200 THE NEW FOREST 



over ploughed land than is the fox. I remember, 

 too, at the finish of this hunt, poor Wanderer, 

 a useful dog, and the first to bay the buck, got 

 severely handled by him, being caught, when 

 swimming, against the high bank of the stream 

 and badly punished ; though he did not at the 

 time seem seriously hurt, and came home well 

 enough with the pack, he was afterwards very 

 ill, and seemed to have suffered from blood 

 poisoning from the hurt of the buck's horns at 

 any rate, it took him the whole summer to 

 recover, and he lost every hair he had on his 

 body before he recovered. 



It made one think of Turberville's ancient 

 distich : 



" If thou be hurt with home of Harte 't will bring thee to thy 



bier, 



But leeches' art can bore's hurt heal ; thereof thou needst not 

 fear." 



We had other good days, but nothing of 

 great note. I had fourteen days' hunting, one 

 of which was practically blank, and killed eight 

 deer. I believe that the field were pretty well 

 satisfied, and I know I was glad to get so well 

 out of a very difficult job. 



In 1886 Mr. Lovell was laid up by illness, 

 and it was arranged that the whipper-in, W. 

 Perkins, should hunt the hounds, and that I 



