A LENTON BROOK DAY 51 



Wood — true to the old Belvoir tradition to keep 

 drawing so long as daylight lasted, no matter what 

 the distance back to kennels might be. Immediately 

 there was an opening note, followed by a joyous 

 chorus as they all came together, the music setting 

 every one's blood tinghng with pleasure, so that our 

 field master had to " hold us up " by the gate. 



K^^'^MCK^.Y C'jZK THi C.^'T^ 



Mr. Vincent Hemery. 



A few minutes of suspense followed, and then they 

 had him away on the right side for Pickworth Wood, 

 through which he shot like an arrow, sending the 

 pigeons rocketing from their perches. The air was 

 keen, scent rising, and there was not one amongst 

 us who did not realise that a good hunt was impend- 

 ing. As we hurried through the gate on to the 

 Pickworth Road, summoned by the frantic yells 

 of a tall figure in a long dark overcoat, running 



