SIR FENTON AYLMER AND MR A. HENRY 



as it came in view, the hounds were close at his 

 brush; a distance of twelve miles, all nearly against 

 the hill, having been done in fifty-five minutes. To 

 reach this highland home he had to cross the river, 

 and no other but the desperate alternative of pass- 

 ing it above the fall, where, being narrowly en- 

 closed by two rocks, it was diminished to the 

 width of a wide brook. This he attempted and was 

 swept down the fall with twelve couple and a half 

 of the leading hounds, who had thrown themselves 

 after him with the same headlong and desperate 

 resolution. When Jack Grennon and the writer 

 of this, who were the two next that got up after 

 those already mentioned, arrived, they were all in 

 one melee ^ fox and hounds, in the foaming eddies 

 under the fall ; some killed in the descent, others 

 maimed but yet living, among whom was " Cait- 

 iff "; and some one or two almost exhausted reached 

 land. I do not just recollect, nor do I pretend to 

 pointed accuracy, but I think Skylark, a young 

 bitch, a daughter of Kilkenny Harbinger, and 

 afterwards celebrated in the Kildare, was the sole 

 one who escaped. 



When Grennon saw the elite of his pack thus 

 swept from before his eyes, he stood, for assistance 

 was impossible, for some time like a statue, but 

 when he was assured by their lifeless remains 

 floating in the pool below the fall of the loss of 

 two particular veterans whose names I have for- 

 gotten, he could stand it no longer, but burst into 

 tears, and wept long and bitterly. 



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