70 GOOD SPORT 



near the road which runs from Boston to Grantham. 

 In the covert Gillson cast about for his fox, and 

 just when hope was nearly abandoned, some one 

 viewed him steaUng back towards Newton. In a 

 twinkhng Gillson had them on the line, and away 

 we went gaily as before, passing Dembleby Thorns, 

 two helds on our left, to Osbournby Hill Top Planta- 

 tion, where again the huntsman had to lend assist- 

 ance. Leaving this covert, hounds turned down 

 the hill, and, entering the village of Osbournby, 

 marked to ground under a well-known stick heap, 

 which has offered sanctuary to a hunted fox on 

 many occasions. 



The time of this fine hunting run was one hour 

 and thirty-five minutes, absolutely straight up to 

 Heydour Southings, where they turned sharp right- 

 handed for Osbournby, and it only wanted a brush 

 at the end to make a good finish. A terrier failing 

 to bolt the fox from his stronghold, Mr. Baird gave 

 the order for kennels, some twenty-five miles dis- 

 tant, and with the aid of local pilots the best route 

 was arrived at. Some of those whose horses showed 

 signs of having had enough turned to Grantham, 

 ten miles away, to catch the nearest train, get a 

 feed and dry clothing from their Belvoir friends. 

 The hounds with Gillson, after ''refreshing" at 

 Newton House, the home of Mr. Thomas and the 

 Miss Heathcotes, returned by road to kennels at 

 Barleythorpe, near Oakham. 



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Going like steam. 



