THE SHIRES. 



25' 



For those who can appreciate the joys of this style of hunting, 

 and that it has a pecuHar charm of its own none who have 

 ever tried it will gainsay, there are few better places to enjoy it 

 in than the Pytchley Woodlands. There is an unfailing supply 

 of foxes, even in the northernmost parts where game is strictly 

 preserved ; the rides are everywhere passable to a stout-limbed 

 nag, and, as is the wont of woodlands, the deep mysteries of scent 



Luckily witli a liberal supply of gates.' 



rarely trouble much hounds' noses or men's minds. A gallop 

 in the open, too, is no unknown thing. Between the Duke of 

 Buccleuch's woods and Brigstock is a fine piece of grass with 

 some unconscionable fences, but luckily also with a liberal 

 supply of gates. Between the woods round Rockingham and 

 the Welland is again more grass \ while from Cranford Gorse 

 and Finedon Poplars down to the Nene is an open tract of light 

 plough and convenient fences. A man who wishes to enjoy 

 not too violently the genuine sport could hardly do so better 

 than here. And he need not spend too much money on 



