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the slain. Phoenix-like, from his ashes, arose a 

 second fox vociferously halloaed away from the 

 Laughton end of covert, and to that point Capell 

 galloped with the pack in hot haste. Hitting off 

 the line, hounds opened with a beautiful chorus, 

 and away we went across a wild untrimmed country 

 of alternate grass and plough in the direction of 

 Keisby Wood. The ditches here are wide, and for 

 the most part full of rough grass, so that in less 

 than ten minutes there were loose horses, and 

 riders legging it over the sticky plough. A shepherd 

 b}^ a lambing pen in the open country gave the 

 huntsman a note of information, and with steady 

 hunting we turned right-handed for Lenton Pastures. 

 Those riding the line had some biggish fences to 

 jump. Captain R. Ellison over-reaching his horse 

 badl3% w^hile Mrs M. Stocks registered a fall, nearly 

 accomplishing a second one, when being helped 

 into the saddle again. The blindness of the country 

 trapped Captain H. G. Pritchard's good grey horse, 

 and Mr W. H. Wilkinson turned up at Lenton 

 Pastures with a damaged hat and dirty coat. 



Down into the valley, leaving Heathcotes covert 

 half a mile on the right, there was a patient period 

 of hunting, and then hounds picked up the line 

 again, congratulating one another as they went, 

 keeping us riding along for the next hour, touching 

 only one covert in that time. Doubling back a 

 second time for Keisby, a good fox then sank the 

 wind, running a point of seven miles or more, due 

 west, almost straight for the coverts at Stoke on the 

 far side the Great Northern Railway. It was a 

 hunting scent, and a large field rode along in the full 

 enjoyment of a most sporting line of country, with 

 time to pick their place at fences which test the 

 abilities of a hunter. To the fore was Mr F. H. 



