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his previous two Wednesdays' jacketing, and never seemed 

 able to get away from hounds ; he was marked in the ear, 

 deaf ear out ; that made No. 4, and No. 5 we never 

 accounted for, though we "jealoused" some enemy of 

 foxhunting about him. Mr. Richard Forster of Trimdon 

 Grange had the shooting over Camp whin and the Glebe 

 whin, then a very favourite fox cover in those days, and 

 a keen gentleman for hunting he was, keeping three 

 hunters and a hack ; one was a little grey horse, a 

 clinking hunter, and another was a very useful brown 

 mare ; he also had old " Nimrod," a grey pony about 

 fifteen hands high, and an ex-steeplechaser. This little 

 horse used to run at the Sedgefield meetings in the old days 

 of natural fences, and once beat the celebrated Carbineer 

 over a country, and was certainly one of the best gallopers 

 and jumpers I ever saw. Mr. Forster kindly gave me a 

 day on him once with the Zetland hounds. We met at 

 Heighington. There was not much scent with the first 

 fox, and hounds couldn't run ; it was all ferreting out the 

 line, and Nimrod showed a bit of his temper over this, 

 but when they found a fresh fox, and had a very nice 

 forty minutes with lots of pace. Champion, who then hunted 

 and still hunts the Zetland hounds, passed the remark, 

 " I thought that was a brute in the morning," but he couldn't 

 get away from Nimrod. Mr. Richard Forster was an 

 open, generous gentleman, who entertained every hunting 

 man who passed his house ; if he required anything the 

 needful was at once supplied, and never were there more 

 foxes at Glebe whin and Camp whin than in his time. 

 Mr. R. Forster was generally accompanied by his friend 

 Mr. James Tait, a canny Scotch gentleman and fond of 

 the sport. He managed the lime works at Raisby Hill, and 



