190 THE BROCKLESBY HOUNDS. [1901 



Drake's Gorse. Twenty-five minutes in the open without 

 a check. Some little time was spent in covert before a 

 fox went away again, and then hounds set off to run the 

 same line as before, but turned right-handed at Aylesby 

 Mill to go to the Grimsby road, and then right-handed 

 aga'n through the Laceby Paddocks, where they ran 

 from scent to view and rolled their fox over in rare style. 

 Thirty minutes this time, very fast, and again without a 

 check. Bradley Wood next, a quick find, and away we 

 go over the Bradley Vale to the Barton street at Mrs. 

 Long's park, where the fox is turned right-handed to Rush 

 Hill. The barking of a sheep-dog heads him from Irby 

 Dales — thank o-oodness — and sets him off to run a straisjht 

 course to Irby Holme. One turn round the covert — and 

 I think, from subsequent events, hounds must have changed 

 — and away we go, with Beelsby on our right, to Hatcliffe, 

 and in Flinthills hounds paused momentarily for the first 

 time since leaving Bradley. It was only momentary, 

 though, then away they dashed again through Deepdales 

 to Thorganby, through the osier-bed, and away nearly to 

 Click 'Em Inn, where the fox was headed and hounds 

 came slowly back with him to Thorganby, and there is no 

 doubt he popped in somewhere and saved his brush. A 

 splendid day's sport and a hard one for horses and hounds. 

 The bitches did remarkably well, and ran particularly 

 stout, every one of them. I had again — as I have on 

 many occasions — to thank Mr. Richardson for two excel- 

 lent mounts, that carried me safely and comfortably, and 

 enabled me to see all there was to be seen. 



The last day's sport that I shall make special mention 

 of — though nearly half the days hounds were out deserve 

 detailed description — came off on March 11th from Im- 

 mingham. The first item, a fine run, lasting just an hour, 

 emanated from Reeds Mere, hounds hunting briskly to the 

 Immingham allotments, where they settled down to race, 

 running a ring with Stallingborough Scrubbs, Battery 

 Marsh, and Immingham Church on the right, back to the 

 allotments. Pressing on still, the chase swept on past 



