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the railway, behind tall blackthorn fences^ Ben 

 Capell's triumphant who-whoop ! rang out with 

 electrifying effect on the still evening air. A kill 

 in the open near a big willow-tree had crowned a 

 hunt lasting the best part of an hour, and so savage 

 were the combined pack as they split up their fox 

 that only the brush was rescued. 



Lady Greenall, who had enjoyed every yard 

 of the run, well carried by Outlook, a brown horse 

 (an extraordinary jumper and very fast), was pre- 

 sented with the brush by Ben Capell, and it is a 

 treasured trophy for the Belvoir kennel. The nose 

 was all that remained of the mask, and this George 

 Leaf secured for the Quorn kennel. 



It will, of course, be always a matter for dis- 

 cussion as to which fox led the combined pack. 

 Mr. A. V. Pryor, the veteran of the Melton hunt, 

 riding a black horse named Sovereign, tells us that 

 " a farmer in the occupation of land near Sher- 

 brooke's told him that when the Quorn were running 

 near there in the morning, two hounds came away 

 from the pack and ran into the covert, where the 

 Belvoir found them later." Mr. Otho Paget, in his 

 account in the Field, remarks, " I never heard of 

 any one seeing their — the Quorn — fox enter Sher- 

 brooke's." On the other hand. Captain Frank 

 Forester points out that there is evidence that it 

 was a Quorn fox, " on account of the way he ran, 

 taking much the same line as we came down to 

 Upper Broughton." Another theory is that the 

 Quorn came to the cry of the Belvoir in Sherbrooke's 

 covert, and that is possible, for Lady Cxreenall 

 declares that she is quite positive that it was a 

 Belvoir fox which the combined packs hunted and 

 killed. 



The last act was the two huntsmen dividing 



