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field. The second— a young one — will some da,y or other turn up a 

 trump — nature not having forgotten to put some brains in his head. 



I was not fortunate enough to see Colonel Wyndham's hounds to 

 advantage — that is, when they find their fox hi the open, and run 

 him, up wind, over that trying country. I am assured that the pace 

 on such occasions exceeds anything that I have experienced. I can 

 easily conceive this ; for, whether on the old green sward, or the 

 heath with which these hills are covered, there must be a high scent ; 

 and the circumstance of hounds being always able to beat horses 

 among hills must make it appear even faster than it really is. 



Colonel Wyndham's favorite sire hound is Labourer. He was 

 bred by Mr. Powlett, and got by his Limner out of his Pigeon, He 

 is the sire of several first-rate hounds ; and what is most extra- 

 ordinary, not one of his puppies has ever died of the distemper. A 

 hound called Laskivood, got by him, appeared quite perfect, and the 

 Colonel has bred a good deal by him. He is the sire of a very 

 beautiful bitch (first year) called Science, out of a bitch called 

 Tempest, now, I believe, with the Warwickshire. I asked the 

 Colonel if he had ever bred from a hound called Blunder, which I 

 particularly noticed the last day ; when he told me he was going to 

 do so, but did not like his colour. He is by Mr. Tom Smith's 

 Barbarous. Nothing in nature is more beautiful than her colours ; 

 but there is an old saying, that "a good horse is never 6f a bad 

 colour;" and why should not this apply to a hound? What is 

 called the red-pie, however, is very unsightly in a hound, and, 

 unfortunately, that is Blunder's colour ; but, from his fine form and 

 fox-hound-like appearance, I should be induced to cross him with 

 such a rich-coloured bitch as Venomous (if she is open), who is also 

 in every respect a fox-hound. 



I saw a very fine sportsman with these hounds, whom I must 

 not pass over. His name is Mr. Bigland Newnham, residing at 

 Chichester, and who hunted this country many years in old Luke's 

 time. His opinion is considered to be quite orthodox. 



On quitting Sussex I passed through Pet worth, with the hopes of 

 seeing Colonel Henry Wyndham's hounds ; but they had been out 

 on the day I arrived in the neighbourhood ; and understanding that 

 their next fixture was in a very woodland country, and at a distance, 



