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pack. There was a good field, considering the wildness of the 

 place. 



Tuesday, 27th. — The fixture Eaby, and the turn-out from the 

 Castle was grand — the scarlet habits again mingling with the throng, 

 and the Marchioness on Eaby. We found ; but our fox taking down 

 wind with very little scent, we could do nothing worth speaking of. 

 Found two more foxes in the morning — chopping one ; but in the 

 afternoon we drew one of the fine whins, in the park, when a fox 

 went gallantly away, and gave them a good half hour, very best 

 pace. 



There was a fine old sportsman on a visit at Eaby Castle on this 

 day, the veteran Colonel O'Callaghan ; who, although at a very 

 advanced age, retains all the good humour and gaiety of youth, and 

 was a match at a rubber of shorts for an}- of them. He resides at 

 Heighington, not far from Eaby. 



Wednesday, 28th. — Took leave of Eaby, and made the best of my 

 way for Ferrybridge, about eight miles south, where some horses 

 awaited my arrival, and where I intended sojourning a few days to 

 see the Badsworth hounds. 



Thursday, 29th. — -Met the Badsworth at Hutt Green, about eight 

 miles from Ferrybridge. There had been a ball at York the night 

 before ; so that, instead of meeting, as I expected, a large field, with 

 many of whom I should have been acquainted. Jack Eichards, the 

 huntsman, was the only man out to whom I could say " how do 

 you do ? " 



Lord Hawke has had the management of these hounds since Mr. 

 Petre gave them up ; and his Lordship, in spite of the ball, which 

 he had attended, was at his post about an hour after the usual time. 

 He very politely informed me that he had enjoyed a good season's 

 sport, and had not been absent from his hounds one day since the 

 hunting season had commenced. This I thought looked veiy well 

 in a young one. 



When I say we found a fox, I have said all. The clerk of the 

 weather was determined we should do nothing ; for, what with wind, 

 rain, and snow, a more miserable day no man ever encountered by 

 choice. After drawing Pollington whin, I returned to Ferrybridge, 

 where I was capitally accommodated in every way. 



