222 THE BROCKLESBY HOU^^DS. 



of Oroxby, Gay Lad, and Peter Simple, and the heroes of 

 those days. Mr. Barnard was out, as a boy, on the day 

 of the great run from Claxby Wood to Biscathorpe, getting 

 to the end of the run on a horse called Fox, that was given 

 to him by the second Earl of Yarborough, who was out 

 himself that day, and could go very well to hounds when 

 he liked. The late Duke of Somerset was ridinoj a horse 

 of Lord Yarborough's called Pale Face, that he had 

 bousjht from Sir Richard Sutton. Sir Richard was out 

 too, and his second son, the owner of Lord Lyon. He 

 also remembers a horse belonging to Sir Culling Smith 

 that had been at Waterloo and through six engagements 

 in the Peninsular War. When quite a lad the brush of a 

 fox was given him by Sir Joseph Copley to take home to 

 his father ; and on another occasion, when walking with a 

 shooting-party in the Brocklesby Woods, he picked up the 

 only rabbit seen that day. The first Earl of Yarborough 

 abominated rabbits, and he also had a horror of tobacco 

 smoke. Mr. Barnard once remarked to him that there 

 was not a particularly good scent. " Nor is there likely to 

 be with your cigars," was the reply. The first Earl of 

 Yarborough was not a particularly good horseman, but he 

 had a wonderful knowledge of hunting. He told Mr. 

 Barnard that he reduced the size of his hounds as he 

 found they could not go the pace he wished. His 

 favourite horse was a snaffle-bridle grey, and his son also 

 rode it after his death. Mr. Barnard well remembers 

 the horse that terminated Will Smith's eventful career, 

 " the shifty Waverley horse " mentioned by the " Druid." 

 He was a brown, had queer hind-leg action, and went very 

 wide behind. Will Mason, who whipped-in to old Will 

 Smith, was quite a character, and the two did not hit it 

 at all. Once old Will called the other a " little whipper- 

 snapper," which brought forth the remark — 



" Well, you're big enough ; but goodness knows what 

 you're good for." 



On another occasion, when grumpily asked by the old 

 huntsman if he had seen a fox, Mason replied that he had. 



