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He hunted the hounds himself, had a good know- 

 ledge of where the fox went to, but never rode over 

 a fence. 



Hounds were wonderfully fond of him, but he 

 had no action about him. I have seen him blow his 

 horn by the side of a big fence when he wished to 

 get the hounds to the other side, the hounds standing 

 and looking up at him, when one wave of his arm 

 would have sent them over it. His whipper-in, Bob 

 Ward, was a capital man with hounds, a great long 

 wiry chap, for many years afterwards huntsman to 

 the Hertfordshire Hounds. 



One day when running in the Wistley Wood, 

 Bob met his lordship coming round a corner. 

 "Where are the hounds, Bob?" says he. "All 

 over the wood, my lord, looking for you," and with- 

 out waiting for an answer dashed in among the 

 bushes. 



Lord Southampton was very short in the temper, 

 and when things went wrong was very hard on his 

 servants. If Bob blew his horn, he would say, " Put 

 that penny trumpet away ". He always walked 

 slowly from covert to covert, and thereby lost a deal 

 of time. 



Major Burrowes, after giving up the Cottesmore 

 Hounds, kept his horses at the Inn at Stowe, and 

 hunted in the Crafton country. One day when 

 hounds had run very hard, he and John Elliot, a 

 leading man in that country, were alone with the 

 hounds. When Lord Southampton got to them, he 

 commenced blowing them up. Burrowes looked him 



