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Rauceby Village, across Rauceby Park, 

 leaving Bullywells on the left, to Quarringtoii 

 Village, threaded several gardens, and on for 

 Sleaford station, crossed the railway and the 

 river, and running from scent to view, the 

 hounds pulled him down in Sleaford Carrs. 

 Time, one hour fifty minutes. 



THE DUKE OF RUTLAND'S HOUNDS — THE 

 YOUNG ENTRY FOR 1863. 



There are few occupations more pleasing 

 during the intervals between the hunting sea- 

 sons than a day's inspection of the young 

 hounds destined to fill the openings in the 

 ranks which departed favourites have vacated. 

 The good old hound that has so often gallantly 

 led the van cannot be missed without regret, 

 and then out of regard to his good deeds and 

 his memory we are curious to inquire the cha- 

 racter of the progeny in whom we hope to 

 find all his good qualities inherent. To those 

 noblemen and gentlemen of wealth, whose 

 hunting establishments have been maintained 

 as heirlooms for very many generations, the 

 unbounded thanks of sportsmen are emphati- 

 cally due for the liberal spirit and vast talent 

 displayed in breeding foxhounds. It must be 



