iSS Reminiscences of a 



searched a plantation for him. I remember the day particu- 

 larly, because Dr. Fenwick, at whose house we met, asked 

 me if I could find a fox anywhere, and I said I knew where 

 one generally lay in his kennel. He volunteered to go and 

 help to look for it, but it lay dead on our going to the spot; 

 undoubtedly having had a touch of the same dose as poor 

 old " Layman," but it must have been done that morning as 

 the fox was still warm, and a fine fellow he was ! 



Two days later we met at Fishburn to finish the season, 

 and had a rattling gallop of thirty-two minutes from a holloa 

 at Humbleknowle, by Galley Law, Butterwick Moor, Whin- 

 house Belt, Butterwick plantations, Lumpley, across the 

 VVynyard station railway, pulling our fox down close to 

 Low Swainston. Only Mr. Ord, Mr. Briggs and myself 

 near them at the finish ; in fact, we had broken the fox 

 up before Claxon and the rest of the " field " had turned 

 up, though we "whoo — whooped" for fully five minutes. We 

 followed this up with a nailing forty minutes from Homer 

 Carr into Wynyard, and back again to Watt's plantation, 

 running our beaten fox into some out-buildings at Thorpe 

 Moor farm — thus finishing the season in good style. It 

 was a very fine warm day, but there was no sun, and 

 the fallows were dry and dusty ; still hounds ran beauti- 

 fully over every kind of land and field. 



On October 26th, 1883, I rode old "Mat" at the 

 Newbeggin meet, and we had a splendid hour and fifty- 

 five minutes from Foxhill, running all over the Redmarshall, 

 Bishopton and Elton country as far as Eaglescliffe Junction, 

 and killing our fox on Viewley Hill farm, just north of 

 Elton. I ought to say that we had a fast ring of ninety- 

 five minutes in the morning from the same good covert, 

 but changed foxes when the second run began ; the going 



