THE REV. ROBERT SYMONDS 69 



was bought by Mr. Harvey Combe for 170 

 guineas. After the sale Mr. Symonds said to 

 the purchaser, " You have got a good horse 

 there, but I'll tell you something about him 

 you don't know, he's at least a year older than 

 you think." " And I'll tell you something about 

 him you don't know," responded Mr. Combe, 

 " There was another hundred in my pocket 

 for him if it had been necessary." A few 

 couple of hounds were sent to Robert's nephew, 

 Mr. William Symonds, the writer's grand- 

 father, who lived at Elsdon, near Lyonshall, 

 in Herefordshire, and kept there a small pack 

 of hounds. These hounds ultimately came to 

 an untimely end. They ran a fox to ground 

 in Radnorshire. No terriers were up, but a 

 countryman produced a little terrier which 

 soon bolted the fox, which was killed. Mr. 

 Symonds was not out himself, but his hunts- 

 man was so pleased with the little dog that he 

 bought him from the owner, an old woman 

 who kept a turnpike, and took him with him 

 to Elsdon. The dog soon developed rabies 

 and bit the hounds, and unfortunately before 

 they knew what was the matter, a youth who 

 acted as whip was bitten and died. The 

 whole pack had to be destroyed, and were 

 shot by Mr. Symonds himself through the 

 bars of the kennel. When the cruel work 



