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CHAPTER XXII. 



FINIS CORONAT OPUS — GOOD RUN FROM BODEN's THORNS — 

 A LONG BLITHBURY DAY — A DARLEY MOOR DAY — 

 A NICE SUDBURY DAY — MR. DUNCOMBE MASTER FOR 

 THE DAY — GOOD DAY FROM FOSTON — AN UNRULY 

 FIELD — A GOOD DAY FROM NEW INN — A FOX- KILLING 



DAY — PRESENTATION TO STEPHEN BURTENSHAW THE 



MEYNELL ENTRY — THE GOOSE WITH THE GOLDEN EGGS. 



1900-1901. 



There was do change in the staft' this year, except that 

 Joe Overton was second whipper-in instead of Tom Taylor. 

 The author's original intention was to give an account of 

 every day, but space did not admit of it, and the 

 first week's sport at all worth chronicling began on 

 November 12th. 



Monday, November 12th, Dailey Moor, and a soaking wet day. In pouring rain 

 hounds found a fox in the New Gorse, Snelston, and ran him into the Holly Wood, 

 and thence across the road to the Holt, where they lost him. A second fox was 

 soon on foot in the Cubley end of the Kolly Wood, and he, too, went by the New 

 Gorse to the Holt, and disappeared. After drawing the Park spinnies blank, they 

 found in Shutt's durable, and a single hound coursed the fox for a field or two as 

 if she meant catching him oiF-hand, However, the fox went a bit the fastest, 

 as he generally does, and stayed the longest, and the pack, overtaking their 

 leader, ran slowly over an intricate country, crossing a durable and a bottom or 

 two, which proved to be very awkward places for their followers, to the road from 

 Darley Moor to Norbury, and on to the Holly Wood, thence to the Holt, a name 

 which seemed to be appropriate to-day, for it was a veritable stronghold or holt 

 for foxes. This last one was marked to ground, and in all probability his two 

 predecessors were in the same earth. Then a new covert [Hell Hole], belonging 

 to Captain Clowes, near Hope Wood, was drawn for the first time, and honoured 

 the draft, for a fox went away from there by Raddle Wood to Hope Wood. 

 From the last-named coverts hounds slipped along quickly for a few fields, but 

 soon came to slow hunting, as they passed to the right of Roston, parallel with 

 the road that leads to Marston-Montgomery, and to the right of it. Crossing it, 

 they checked, but, hitting off the line again, they hunted on by the Dyche farm 



