1898] JIM SMITH. 171 



from Thorganby ou February 12th, after some moderate 

 sport in the morning, although a fox came to hand. It 

 was one of Mr. Coates's turnip-field foxes who provided 

 the run — Mr. Coates always has a good turnip-field fox if 

 one is wanted — he first crossing the Beelsby and Barnoldby 

 roads, and the Barton street, with a point for Bradley. 

 Then he turned to his left over the Barton street, and by 

 Welbeck Hill made his w^ay to Irby Holme ; going out 

 on the Beelsby side with Beelsby Manor on the right, and 

 turning back in the bottom, he ran straight back through 

 Irby Holme and over Irby, through Mr. Long's park, and 

 across the Barton street to Laceby Brook. Here he 

 turned to the right over the brook as if for Barnoldby, 

 but coming round right-handed over Welbeck Hill to 

 Irby Holme, he ran much the same Ime as before, but 

 going on to Bradley Wood this time after crossing the 

 brook once more. Hounds ran straight through nearly to 

 Scartho, where a sheepfold turned the fox, and swinging 

 round through Tennyson's Holt, went nearly to Bradley 

 Cross-roads. Placing Laceby Cottagers' Plats on the right, 

 hounds ran on to recross the brook, and the Barton 

 street, at Welbeck Hill, but near Irby Holme had to 

 acknowledge themselves beaten, after a really fine hunt, 

 in which Stylish particularly distinguished herself, and 

 Passion and Sensiljle, and indeed all the hounds, worked 

 to perfection. 



On February IGth a dead-tired fox beat hounds by 

 taking shelter in East Halton Church, and on March 23rd 

 there w^as a capital thirty -five minutes (" the best run of 

 the season," I find written in my diary), from Grimsby 

 Osiers. We met at Bradley Cross-roads, and after an 

 excursion into Grimsby town, and the chopping of a fox 

 in the osiers on the return there, hounds set oft' to fly 

 over Grimsby Field, and Little Coates to the Laceby 

 Paddocks. Turning left-handed at the mill, hounds 

 pressed along the beck towards Barnoldby, and bearing to 

 the left again, made straight for Bradley Gears, running 

 from scent to view, and killing their fox in fine style two 



