Chapter IV. 



FOX HUNTING. 



T HAD my first day's fox-hunting with the 

 Cambridgeshire Hounds in the year 1829, 

 and in the eighty years I have followed them 

 I have seen many good runs, many good 

 Masters, and many different Huntsmen handle 

 that pack. 



During the time Mr. Charles Barnett had 

 them, and Jack Ward carried the horn, we 

 had some excellent sport. 



I whipped-in to him on several occasions, 

 and I must here relate a very funny incident 

 that occurred one day in Potton Wood. We 

 were out cubbing, and we met at the bottom 

 end of the wood at six o'clock in the morning. 

 Putting them in, we found directly. In fact 

 there were no end of cubs, and we ran ''round 

 and round." As soon as ever we got one 



