1900] THE LAST DAY OF THE "SQUIRE'S" PACK. 331 



hit ofif the line just under Sutton church, and once again rang out that joyous 

 chorus — surely 



"A cry more tuneable 

 Was never halloaed to nor cheered 

 with horn" — 



as they hunted him, making good every inch, through the corner of the Spath on 

 to the fair pastures beyond. Oh for just a little bit of luck to aid their efforts ! 

 But Fortune frowned. Beyond the brook he ran the road this side of Mamerton, 

 and only left it for dusty fallows, over which they unravelled a tangled skein 

 towards the Rookery Plantation on the outskirts of Barton Blount. Beyond this 

 carry it they could not. A cast, which must have crossed his line, met with no 

 success, and thus an interesting himt of over an hour, full of good hound work, 

 with close on a four-mile point, came' to an end. Sutton Gorse, alas ! held no 

 fox, and thus, long after six o'clock, the musical notes of the Squire's horn, 

 blowing hounds out of covert, fell with a saddening cadence on the still evening 

 air. 



So ended a season, of which the reader can form his 

 own opinion, but it is not likely that he will call it a good 

 scenting one. 



THE MEYNELL ENTRY, 1899. 



