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bareheaded, waving his hat in the direction of 

 Lenton, we recognised Cox of Ropsley, one of the 

 keenest of the foot division. He had viewed the 

 fox away, a straight-necked one with white-tagged 

 brush, and shouted, " They'll run like hell's devils 

 to-night ; you mark my word if they don't." It was 

 the rare instance of a true prophet, for run they did, 

 squandering the following all over the country ! 



From Sapperton Wood, stretching away south- 

 ward, is a bit of arable country across to Hanby, 

 with blind fences full of white grass, and those who 

 jumped quickest out of the road and were able to 

 keep their place had the best of that blazing forty 

 minutes' gallop, for hounds never checked. Turning 

 right-handed by Mr. James Rudkin's house at 

 Hanby, they embarked on a line of beautiful grass 

 country, dipping into the valley of the Lenton 

 Brook, the journey being pasture land all the way to 

 Ingoldsby Wood, seen in the blue distance. Several 

 riders fell before the grass was reached, trapped 

 by the blind fences — Lord Edward Manners, Sir 

 George Whichcote, Major Charles Thorold, Mr. A. 

 Schwind, and Mr. F. H. Schwind being amongst the 

 number who extinguished their chance of seeing the 

 finish. 



Down the grass slope hounds fairly raced, splash- 

 ing over the far-famed Lenton Brook, with its steep 

 banks and twenty-five feet of open water, no matter 

 where you have it ! We are not therefore surprised 

 to hear that a former huntsman. Will Goodall, 

 always said, after jumping Lenton Brook, "he had 

 accompHshed a good day's work." Mr. F. A. 

 Soames, on a chestnut horse, Kedar, was to be seen 

 cramming his hat on, and his spurs in, riding down 

 to the classic stream, glorying in the chance of having 

 a fling at it, for no matter what he was on, they all 



