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was on the other side, and it was as well he did so, 

 for he viewed the fox leaving the drain-mouth, 

 making off across the park. " Tally-ho ! tally-ho ! " 

 he shouted, and Sir Bache Cunard climbed up along- 

 side him, whilst Lord Lonsdale, the Hon. Lancelot 

 Lowther, and the whippers-in got hold of some of 

 the big dog-hounds — ninety pounds weight if they 

 were an ounce — and hoisted them up on to the top 

 of the wall. Away we galloped up the road with the 

 rest of the pack to find the gates, and then for half 

 a mile spurted over the old turf to the far end of the 

 park. " Who-whoop ! " rang out, as hounds rolled 

 their fox over in the open, making a capital finish to 

 a hunt of one hour and ten minutes. Lord Lonsdale 

 looked supremely happy as he blew his horn in the 

 middle of the baying pack, giving every one time to 

 draw up. The obsequies worthy of the occasion 

 of the death of so good a fox were duly performed, 

 the brush, mask, and pads all going as trophies to 

 representatives of several hunts. So pleased were 

 some of the farmers who enjoyed this run that 

 they persuaded Mr. Fernie to ask Lord Lonsdale 

 to bring his pack fox-catching in the old Billesden 

 country, and they probably had another good hunt 

 to finish the season. 



Memories of this day's sport were revived at the 

 end of season 1908-9, when the Earl of Lonsdale, 

 master of the Cottesmore hounds, invited the 

 Pytchley to come and have a hunt on Saturday, 

 April loth. Lord Annaly, who was accompanied 

 by a strong contingent of the Pytchle\^ followers, 

 arrived by special train with Frank Freeman, the 

 huntsman, and hounds. 



Owston village was the fixture, close to the large 

 fastness of that name, which Major Hughes Onslow 

 so well described in an article in the Badminton 



