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For several miles before we came to the park, we rode across so 

 many large grass fields that I fancied myself going over Leicester- 

 shire. The Castle appeared a fine building as we passed within a 

 mile of it, but my attention was arrested by the immense number of 

 bridle gates on this domain, amounting, I was told, to many more 

 than a thousand. These were put up when his Grace kept harriers ; 

 and, with a small field, such as generally attend hounds of that 

 description, would almost preclude the necessity of leaping. The 

 Duke was out only twice when I was in the country, and then I 

 thought he seemed more attentive to what his training groom had 

 to say to him than to anything else going on in the field. His 

 Grace, however, is a preserver of foxes, and therefore long may he 

 live ! 



Tuesday, 19th. — Met the Hurworth at the third mile-stone from 

 Northallerton on the Boroughbridge road. We soon found a fox, 

 and the hounds had a good run, marking him to ground in Lord 

 Darlington's country ; but no one saw it after the first three miles, 

 and very few so far, for the pace was tremendous and the fences 

 awfvil. What floored us all, however, was the river Swale, which the 

 fox crossed, after having previously passed the Wisk, at which Sir 

 Bellingham got a floorer. Some of the horsemen were ferried over 

 the Swale ; but as we met Will Price, who was crossing the country 

 in pursuit of one of Lord Darlington's terriers that was lost, and who 

 informed us the hounds were full four miles ahead, running very 

 hard, myself and a great many more did not go into the boat. We 

 knew there was no draw for a second fox, and therefore it appeared 

 useless. 



This was decidedly the best scenting day I saw throughout the 

 last season ; but I am sorry to add it terminated unfortunately. 

 Mr. Wilkinson violated the rules of fox-hunting, by bolting his fox 

 from, and killing him on, one of Lord Darhngton's earths, but a 

 short distance from his kennel door. 



This day, after hunting, Sir Bellingham Graham and myself went 

 on a visit to Newton House, where we met several of our sporting 

 friends. We found our noble host a good deal annoyed by the report 

 that had reached him of a fox being bolted and killed from one of 

 his own earths ; and, much as I may respect Mr. Wilkinson as a 



