48 GOOD SPORT 



Folkingham is a good twenty miles from Belvoir, 

 and the same distance had to be covered at the 

 end of the day when the horses returned to kennels. 

 The wear and tear was necessarily considerable, and 

 the hours very long for man and horse — a twelve- 

 hour day from stables being of frequent occurrence. 



The first whipper-in was Harry Maiden, a de- 

 termined rider who took twenty-five falls in the 

 first half of his last season, and then came up 

 smihng at the finish to hunt hounds when Gillard 

 was incapacitated by an accident. Afterwards 

 Maiden went huntsman to the Chiddingfold and 

 later to Sir Watkin Williams-Wynn. The last news 

 we had of cheery Harry Maiden was in a shipwreck 

 during October 1908, when with fourteen and a half 

 couple of hounds he set sail for Egypt to take up 

 the appointment of huntsman to Prince Kamel 

 Pasha. The liner in which he was sailing, named 

 the City of Dundee, collided with another vessel in 

 a fog, and sank within seven minutes in Cardigan 

 Bay. All the passengers and most of the crew were 

 saved, but the hounds, sad to relate, went down 

 with the ship. 



It was a typical Belvoir day, spent in steady 

 hunting during the morning, ending with a blazer 

 in the afternoon — the time of day these hounds 

 are so often seen at their best, running on with 

 untirable courage. Getting away with a fox from 

 Heathcote's covert they ran from the low side, with 

 a point for Pickworth village, the musical halloa 

 from Bob Knott, who for so many years rode second 

 horseman to Gillard, setting the hunt galloping down 

 the grass field by the side of covert, and the first 

 fence away, a blind place with an up-hill take-off, 

 put three good men down. The first to fall was 

 Mr. Vincent Hemery, riding a steeplechase mare 



