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here we got up to our fox, and hounds were rattUng 

 him about in cover, when all of a sudden I saw the 

 Quorn huntsman galloping up with hounds, and 

 in another minute both packs had joined." It may 

 here be mentioned that the Belvoir had been running 

 their fox for one hour and twenty minutes at a good 

 pace, and having gone straight out of their country, 

 the second horsemen were nowhere to be seen. 



GiUard's narrative is fuh of interesting incident 

 of what happened afterwards. " Whilst standing 

 in the central ride cheering hounds, Tom Firr gal- 

 loped up with his hounds, just as the fox crossed 

 over behind the Belvoir huntsman's horse, without 

 his viewing him. 



"'Tally-ho!' shouted Firr; 'Tally-ho! that's 

 my fox ! ' ' Now, Tom, behave yourself,' replied 

 Frank, for he saw that it was a critical moment, and 

 did not mean being second best, though on Quorn 

 soil. ' I shall be very angry directly, Tom, if you 

 don't let my fox alone, for you know you had no 

 line into this covert ! ' " The two packs settled 

 any further argument by opening on the line, 

 rattling the fox out of covert as they went away 

 together. " It was a very lively run, I can tell 

 you," said Gillard, as he brightened up at the thought 

 of it ; " and, as you may imagine, there was a little 

 jealousy between the two hunts, for everybody 

 meant being to the fore. Firr took a most awful 

 imperial crowner soon after starting, carrying away 

 liberal tufts of grass on his coat-tail buttons for the 

 rest of the day. We had to turn to gate or gap 

 whenever it was possible to do so, for none of the 

 second horsemen had come up, and the pace during 

 the first hour of the run had been sufficient to keep 

 horses galloping along. I rode a little snaffle-bridle 

 bay horse all day, named Game-boy, and he made no 



