Gentlemen Riders 



and was getting together a good pack of hounds by careful 

 selection of the best sires of the day, when his career was cut 

 short by sudden death, and neither Lord North, Mr. Henley 

 Greaves, nor Mr. Spencer Lucy enjoyed the Mastership long 

 enough to establish any particular strain. 



His father was, however, very fortunate in finding in the 

 kennels a bitch called Charity (1870), by Nestor — Careless. 

 This Charity, and also a bitch called Skylark, which the late 

 peer bought at Mr. Master's sale, practically founded the 

 present pack. They were both mated with Lord Coventry's 

 celebrated Rambler, and I think every hound in the Warwick- 

 shire kennels can now be traced to them. 



Lord Willoughby employed Charles Orvis as a professional 

 huntsman, but was much too fond of the executive side of 

 things not to want to carry the horn himself, which he accord- 

 ingly did every Saturday in the Woodland Country, and he 

 must have had a hard time of it, seeing that he drove the 

 hounds himself in a four-horse van to the meets — none less 

 than fifteen miles off — hunted them all day, and drove them 

 back at night. 



After doing this for five seasons, he dispensed with the 

 services of a professional, and with Jack Boore as first 

 whipper-in and kennel huntsman, commenced a career of 

 successful sport which is still fresh in the memory of us all. 



Jack Boore was a wonderful man in the kennels, and could 

 turn a pack of hounds out fitter than most people ; it is not 

 too much to say, indeed, that he had no superiors and very 

 few equals in this department. 



Lord Willoughby continued carrying the horn himself four 

 times a week for nearly twenty years, and although a fine shot 

 and a skilful fisherman, practically gave up every other sport 

 in favour of foxhunting. In spite of this, he managed to do 



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