302 iRiMuG IRecoUections an& XTuit Stories 



The first day we found a fox at a covert some 

 distance from Burton, and ran him straight over 

 the steeplechase course, where the Grand National 

 Hunt had been held two days previous, nearly down 

 to Lincoln, close to the grand stand on the 

 Carholmes. There the fox turned and ran by the 

 side of the Fordyke for about a mile, and they killed 

 him in the open. I was unfortunate enough not to 

 see the finish as the horse I was riding, called 

 ' Fenian,' belonging to Sir Frederick Johnstone, was 

 injured in the run, and had to be assisted to the 

 nearest stable. His Royal Highness and several 

 others had greater satisfaction than myself, for 

 the fox and hounds presently came back again 

 to meet them, when the field had been thinned 

 by a very big drain, which the Squire and myself 

 were the only two to jump. At the moment I 

 forgot the responsibility of my charge, but I had 

 time to turn round and tell his Royal Highness that 

 it was a very treacherous place, and luckily he did 

 not chance it, as the only two others who did make 

 the attempt both fell victims to its dangers. It 

 seems ridiculous to talk of a man riding at least 

 17 St. stopping the whole field, but that the Squire 

 accomplished, and not only so, but hunted and killed 

 the fox on the same horse — ' Emperor I.' This 



