A LENTON BROOK DAY 



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to Ingoldsby village, where hounds killed their fox. 

 Red-letter days come few and far between in any 

 one's life, and he who desires to know what plea- 

 sure ^vill really give him should 

 not expect to taste delights too 

 frequently. 



Sport this season had been 

 above the average, scent lying 

 well after abundant rain, which 

 washed and settled the ground ; 

 so there was a keenness amongst 

 followers enjoying a sequence of 

 good days. The meet was in the market square of 

 Folkingham, an old-fashioned, red brick town of six 

 hundred inhabitants, placed on the coach -road 

 midway between Lincoln and Peterborough, about 

 twenty-five miles distant from each. It was a 

 happy idea on the part of the sixth Duke of Rut- 

 ^ -- ^ land and his huntsman. 



Frank Gillard. 



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Frank Gillard, to revive 

 this fixture, which had 

 not been held for fifty 

 years, dating back to 

 the time when " Gentle- 

 man " Shaw was hunts- 

 man at Belvoir, and 

 Sir Gilbert Heathcote, 

 lord of the manor 

 of Folkingham, won 

 the Derby in 1838 with 

 „, _. . _.. ^ ^, ^ ^ Amato. The event also 



^rt«S^.».<o,.^<«=.5/r--'^. ,,igt,.ated the home- 



coming of the present squire, Mr. Thomas A. R. 

 Heathcote and his bride, the meet being opposite 

 their house, where a large field assembled. 



Glancing at the list of names comprising the field 



