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saw them find — not a fox, but I afterwards heard — two brace of 

 foxes. Having a bird's-eye view, I could perceive that this variety 

 of scents made a httle confusion at first, but I soon saw the pack go 

 away on good terms with one fox, accompanied by about five of the 

 field. The rest had previously determined upon the line they were 

 to take, or rather, in the language of O'Kelly, determined to be 

 " nowhere." Some went in exactly an opposite direction to the 

 hounds ; others made the best of their way to the turnpike road, 

 and stood still ; whilst the few that set out on fair terms with the 

 pack were, by some disaster or other, soon defeated, and one farmer 

 alone, on a little hollow-backed mare, was the only man who saw 

 him killed, at the end of an hour and thirty-five minutes over that 

 severe country. 



It is said of Chats worth, the magnificent seat of the Duke of 

 Devonshire, that to see it to advantage the traveller should approach 

 it from the north, and not from the south, or, from similar scenes, 

 its effect may be diminished. For the same reason I should have 

 seen the East Sussex pack before I saw Colonel Wyndham's, and I 

 should have liked it better. There were, as is the case in most 

 packs, some very clever hounds among them — hounds of much 

 power and calculated for a rough country ; and there were also 

 several plain and misshapen ones. On this day, however, the old 

 adage of " handsome is that handsome does " might be applied well 

 to them. They found their foxes when there were any to be found, 

 and killed the one they settled to in a gallant manner. In drawing, 

 they were cei'tainly unsteady ; but they are a young pack, of only 

 three years' standing, and perfection in hounds is allowed to be a 

 plant of very slow growth. 



The kennel of the East Sussex is at Eingmer, three miles from 

 Lewes on the Battel road, and the hounds are under the manage- 

 ment of one of their contributory masters — Colonel Cator, of the 

 artillery. Lord Gage is one of their subscribers, and a pretty 

 regular attendant. The himtsman wants a lesson from Colonel 

 Wyndham in his dog language. The Colonel uses it sparingly, but 

 when he does speak to them he is good. The other is very lavish of 

 his lingo, but it was Hebrew to me. His halloo-away is a complete 

 view -halloo. 



