72 KEMINISCENCES OF A HUNTSMAN. 



had flourished, and babies' cries were heard on sites 

 that in my remembrance were only waked by the 

 prettier whistle of the plover. The spot where my 

 father shot the highwayman on Hounslow Heath, as 

 he went in the evening from Cranford to dine with 

 Justice Bulstrode, whose house was within the old 

 wall now surrounding the new church at Hounslow, 

 became the centre almost of a town, and, in short, the 

 whole place became peopled. All this was of course 

 against hunting, and increased our difficulties, as the 

 sequel will show. 



