Past and Present. "3 



"Capitally," he replied, "I had the best hunt 

 of my life, yesterday. I hunted the drag of a 

 fox for over seven hours and never found him. 

 That's the way to make hounds pick up a cold 

 scent." 



I WELL remember Jas. C. Winn, of The Grange, 

 an old member of the Hunt, and a bold rider, 

 when following a fox which crossed the river 

 above Worton Bridge, having a most narrow 

 escape from drowning. He mistook the land- 

 ing, and it was with the greatest difficulty he 

 scrambled out. The river was almost in flood. 

 He was riding a good grey horse — a prime-made 

 one. He could not swim, and I do not think he 

 ever realized what a narrow squeak he had. 



Whenever Mr. Chapman went on foot, he always 

 had two or three hounds following him. Often, 

 when on his way to Aysgarth Church, he would 

 discover some at his heels, and would then take 



