52 Seventy Years a Master. 



Let us go on with the chase. The hounds 

 were running beautifully, heads breast high, 

 like a flock of pigeons — a pretty picture that 

 warms the heart of any huntsman and sets his 

 blood coursing. Puss ran the London and 

 Eoyston road for a short distance, until she 

 came to a roadman who was stoning the high- 

 way. He turned her off to the left, and they 

 went on over several big fields. Then I heard 

 old Bill sing out, '' Tally-ho ! Yonder she 

 goes, over the hill." 



Still carrying a good head, and never once 

 giving us a chance for a '^ breather," they 

 ran up to Capon's Wood, and I thought ''It's 

 all over now. We shall be certain to have a 

 fresh one up here." However, with such a 

 chorus as you never heard, into the cover they 

 went, up a rackway for about a hundred 

 yards, and there they bowled her over. 



On our way back that afternoon we met a 

 man who had lived in that country all his life 

 — Charles Cauthley — and I told him exactly 

 the country we had covered. 



