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tally-ho ! Whoo-whoo-whoop !" and a great worrying 

 going on. The few gentlemen who were left came 

 up and congratulated Goodall on his success ; and on 

 riding home with three or four they were profuse in 

 their admiration of Goodall's perseverance, little 

 knowing, as I did, the clever trick he had played. 

 He only wanted to get away from his field to give 

 Jem Bailey a chance to bring the dead carcase out 

 of his inside pocket, which was done in my presence, 

 and had hard work to get the hounds to worry or 

 break it up, but they would do anything for him. 



Frank Goodall's bad fall in 1871 was a very 

 serious affair. It was one of the worst accidents I 

 ever saw, and, curiously enough, it happened within a 

 quarter of a mile of my house at Manton, and under 

 very peculiar circumstances. The Saturday before 

 I had been hunting with the Cottesmore, as they 

 were near to me that day, and on my arrival home 

 my wife told me I had just missed a rare lot of the 

 people, who had called to bait their horses and re- 

 fresh themselves. Mr. Tailby's hounds had run 

 from Glooston Wood to Manton Gorse, where, I 

 have no doubt, they got on to a fresh fox, and away 

 they went towards the Uppingham Road. Then 

 they turned sharp to the right over the brook, and 

 as everybody funked or shirked a big fence, the 



