218 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. [1895 



below Suelston Eectory. From the river they went on 

 through Dydon Wood, by Stanton, and were run out of 

 scent at Bull Gap, near Swinscoe, close to Waterloo Wood, 

 after a good hunt of an hour and a quarter. Every one 

 said what a good fox it was, but no one expressed admira- 

 tion for the line of country. The Derby people had a ride 

 of about seventeen miles home, and others in proportion. 



The new year opened with a blaze of good sport. On 

 Thursday, January 2nd, came another famous hill run. 

 After a short huut from the Mugginton Gorse to Breward's 

 Car, and losing their fox, hounds were taken to try for 

 one in a pit hole at Corkley, near the Lilies, They found 

 him, and he set his head for Breward's Car, but was turned 

 from this point and went right-handed below it, and ran 

 to Hold gate's Car. Thence he bore left-handed by Car 

 Hall, by Hulland Ward Gate, nearly to Bradley, and so on 

 by Bradbourne, Knockerdown, Carsington, right in front 

 of Hopton Hall, through the coverts there and Pitti 

 Wood, and was lost at Alton Manor, near Kirk Ireton, 

 after a good run of an hour and twenty minutes. People 

 were scattered all over the country. Hounds did it all 

 themselves, as Charles never really caught them till nearly 

 the end. There were only about fifteen actually with them 

 most of the time, amongst them being the Field Master, 

 Mr. Henry Boden and his two sons, Mr. Power on a four- 

 year-old,* and Mr. Maynard. Who the others were the 

 writer cannot remember. Though it was only half-past 

 oue hounds went home, being close on sixteen miles from 

 kennels. Most of the horses had had enough. 



There was a grand ball at AUestree that night. 



Saturday, January 4th, was eventful for the great run 

 from the Bath, Hoar Cross, to Shugborough, which Mr. 

 Kempson is not likely to forget. Hounds ran at a great 

 pace across Glass lane, on over the Blythe, passed close to 

 Forge Coppice, up over St. Stephen's Hill, Admeston, 

 where hounds ran clean away from every one, and were 

 never caught again till they got to the gardens at Blithfield. 



* Did not oet to the eud. 



