148 Reminiscences of a 



Hall, the residence of that good sportsman, Dr. Fenwick, 

 This day we found our fox at Trundle plantation, and ran 

 through Gipsy whin, Denebridge wood, Windlestone home 

 plantations, across to Middridge Lane plantation, back to 

 Windlestone, thence to Coldsides, where he dwelt a little, 

 but dashed forward again right through a party of horsemen 

 and was killed in Dr. Fenwick's garden at Chilton Hall, 

 after an hour and three quarters. Hounds rolled him over on 

 the very spot where we had met, and I cannot remember 

 another instance of this happening. Mrs. Fenwick was 

 running about on foot, and, viewing the fox once or twice, 

 was greatly excited in the hunt, and of course up at the 

 death. Before we left, we all had a glass of the Doctor's 

 celebrated orange brandy, which sent us home in nice spirits. 

 I would like to say that the worthy Doctor was a real good 

 sportsman, who had hunted a pack of harriers himself, and 

 knew all about the business ; he knew exactly what hounds 

 were doing, which, as a rule, few of the " field " can say ; 

 he had a big bay horse that could go a bit, also a chestnut 

 and a grey, that I can remember well, and which were 

 generally visible when hounds ran, and on which he saw a 

 lot of sport, as he seldom missed a day anywhere, and also 

 put in odd days with Lord Zetland's pack. The Doctor's 

 son, '* Master Jim," was also fond of hunting ; a nice, quiet 

 rider, and enjoyed the sport on a grey or dun pony at first, 

 until he was old enough to ride his father's horses, which 

 he did when he was home for the holidays. 



On January 2nd, 1880, we had another fine run, after 

 meeting at Bishopton, from Lee Close ; getting away on the 

 south side and fairly racing past Bishopton, over Whitton 

 beck to Whitton whin, where we got up to our fox ; then 

 rattled him across to Watts' moor, through Watts' planta- 



