First Whipper-in. 



was a very tender-hearted man, and kept saying, "That'll 

 do John," but, of course, I couldn't hear him, and when xt 

 was over I heard the Marquis say to Lord Henry, "I 

 wouldn't care to have a thrashing like that ; she won't soon 

 forget it " I then coupled her hind leg up to her neck, 

 and let her go to the huntsman on three legs, helping her 

 on the way, and also after I had mounted my horse. It did 

 her good. I put her hind-leg up, because with a fore-leg 

 up they can go like steam, and you often see wild pomters 

 or setters working in the turnips or stubbles in this way 

 for partridges. I say when you do start to correct hounds 

 do it properly; it's no good using half measures, and 

 continually tap, tap, tapping them, according to the modern 

 custom. That spoils hounds, and it's just the same with 

 anything else. When you've given them a proper dress- 

 ing they take notice of you when you speak to them, but 

 not otherwise. I found the hind-leg dodge out through 

 a bitch called "Sophie" at the Vale of White Horse. 

 "Sophie" was a wonderful good fox-hunter, but equally 

 fond of hares, rabbits, or anything that ran away. She used 

 to get a bit of tapping occasionally, which of course did no 

 good, but once caught a rabbit and brought it to me ; i 

 tried the hind leg dodge, and did give her a "twilting in 

 the deer park ; singularly enough, she was drafted to come 

 to the South Durham at the time, but Mr. John Cookson ot 

 the Morpeth took a fancy to her (a black and white bitch) 

 and got her, which wasn't a bad thing, as she was so 

 riotous, and old Mark Robinson (the huntsman of the Mor- 

 peth) told me that they could make nothing of her. 



The opening day of the regular season of 1876, at Stot- 

 fold (where Mr. Harvey always commenced the season, was 

 a clipper, and was recorded in the Field newspaper, some 



