1877J NIMROD LONG. 135 



Jaimary to F'ebruary seem to have been full of the 

 best of sport, for another fine run of an hour and three- 

 quarters was brought off from Bradley Wood on February 

 21st. The pack went away through the Gears, but the 

 fox being headed back, they took a turn or two round the 

 covert before going away again nearly to Laceby, short of 

 which they turned left-handed over the beck. Lock 

 'Em Lane, and the Barton street for Welbeck Hill. With 

 this on the left, hounds next skirted L'by Holme, pointed 

 for Swallow, and then went on to Badger Hills. Going- 

 straight through this, the}^ next ran the boundary fence 

 to the Rothwell road, a brace of foxes in front of them, 

 and so away to the High Street, which they ran for most 

 of a mile before turning off it, with Normanby Clump close 

 oil the right, to the Thoresway Plantations. They had 

 two lines into the plantations, and unfortunately got on 

 the wrong one, which led to nothing. The first part of 

 this run was fast. Long was laid up from March lOtli to 

 March Gist with a bad finger, his first whipper-in hunting 

 the hounds. 



April 21st w^as the last occasion on which Long 

 carried the Brocklesby horn, the season yielding ninety- 

 eight foxes in one hundred and fifteen days, and being a 

 very good one indeed as regards sport. 



After leaving Brocklesby Nimrod Long took the King's 

 Head Hotel at Louth, in the adjoining South Wold country, 

 where he lived for many years, going from thence to Bicester 

 for some time, and then to the Berkeley Arms Hotel, 

 Berkeley, in Gloucestershire, where at the time of writing- 

 he is still living, as hale and hearty — though a trifle more 

 Imlky — as ever. 



Of Long's favourite horses, Monarch was the one that 

 carried him so well through that historic run on March 

 6th, 1869, by far the best run he ever saw. He was an 

 exceedingly well-bred dark chestnut horse, very fast, and 

 a perfect jumper. Long rode Topthorn, a dark bay or 

 brown, by Lampton out of The Martyr's dam, in the 

 morning, and that is the horse he is riding in the Hunt 



