4 FOXES AT HOME. 



from his mountain home, for which he imme- 

 diately sets his mask, and good indeed must 

 be the scent, and rare the pack of hounds 

 that can catch him before he reaches a place 

 of safety. 



I well remember a few of these occasions, 

 runs which one dreams of for the rest of one's 

 life. One instance especially, when the Ormond 

 Hounds, finding near Kilrue, in the Nenagh 

 part of their country, ran away from the field 

 to and over the Devil's Bit mountain, many 

 miles distant, where none could follow, and 

 vanished in the mist. Mr. W. T. Trench was 

 then the master, and, as we toiled up the 

 mountain side in hopeless endeavour to catch 

 up and stop the fast disappearing pack, the 

 shades of evening coming quickly on, we sud- 

 denly became enveloped in a fog so dense that 

 one could not see one's horse's head, and we 

 thought it more prudent to descend until we 

 should reach some road or lane along which we 

 could proceed with safety. We could hear 

 hounds running hard far away up in the heath, 

 until finally the cry died away and was lost in 

 the distance. Hounds did not return to kennel 

 till the following morning, when they all turned 



