362 THE OLD BERKS HUNT 



I St prize bitch walked by Mrs. Whitehead, 

 Shelton Manor. This bitch once got away on 

 a line by herself and killed her fox. A country- 

 man got hold of the fox, and having cut off the 

 head, was proceeding to do the same with the 

 brush, when Triumph seized the opportunity, 

 got hold of the head, and carried it back 

 fourteen miles to kennels. 



Mr. Wright is essentially a " hound man," 

 he is never so happy as when in his kennels. 

 In the field he likes to see his hounds hunt, 

 and will never lift them if he can help it, 

 a course which sometimes makes the hard- 

 riding contingent a little impatient. As a 

 lesson to those who will gallop to a cry, Mr. 

 Wright tells the following anecdote : — 



"In April, 1876, two foxes were on foot in 

 Clark's Gorse. One was holload away, and 

 a couple and a-half of hounds and the bulk of 

 the field went after him, to a stone quarry a 

 mile away, where he went to ground. 



" The other fox, hunted by the remainder of 

 the pack, then broke, and was killed after an 

 excellent run. seven miles away, having taken 

 the few who were content to wait for the 

 hounds over a perfect country." 



Naturally, with so long a hunting experience, 

 Mr. Wright has many interesting reminiscences 

 to relate. Upon that most mysterious of all 

 subjects, scent, he says : — 



