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friend F"rank Goodall, who was the most cheery, 

 good-tempered huntsman I ever met. He was up 

 to as niany tricks as a monkey, both on and off 

 duty. 



One of the many good tricks he played was at 

 Staunton Wood one afternoon. We had been 

 hanging about Keythorpe coverts all the morning, 

 and had no sport. Directly the hounds were put in 

 there were three or four foxes on foot, and they 

 chopped one. Whilst the hounds were worrying 

 this, there was a " Holloa ! away !"' at the top end of 

 the covert. Goodall jumped on his horse, and said 

 to Jem Bailey, " Send them on " — meaning the 

 hounds — "and bring the fox with you." This 

 Bailey did, by putting what was left of the carcase in 

 his inside coat pocket. As soon as the hounds got to 

 the outside of the wood they hit off the line, and ran 

 very fast to Rollestone, and on nearly to Kibworth, 

 when they came to a check. It was rather late, and 

 getting dark, but Frank kept on casting his hounds, 

 and I noticed he was always trying to get away from 

 the few people that were left. Mr. Tailby said, 

 " What is Goodall trying to do ? Why don't he 

 give it up ?" I thought I would go and see what he 

 was doing. All at once I heard Jem Bailey say, 

 " It is only Custance." Then there was a "Tally-ho I 



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