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Castletown ; and in the distance Mount Neil, with 

 Mount Congreve at the other side of the Suir ; this 

 latter, perhaps for its size, is the best of all, thanks to 

 the care Mr. Congreve takes of it. Gardenmorris, too, 

 on the Waterford side, is a rare place for shelter- 

 ing our game ; so also are Faithlegg and Ballina- 

 mona. 



What about the men who hunt with his Lordship 

 and those who hunted with his uncle and Briscoe ? 

 Well, I will tell you as well as I can recollect, but I 

 don't like mentioning names; however, I dare say 

 they won't be very angry at my doing so, even though 

 you put them in this book of yours. 



The best welters I ever saw riding to hounds, in 

 their day, were the late Lord Henry, William Power 

 of Seafield, the present Wray Pallisser, and Johnny 

 Webb (the bruising constabulary officer). These men 

 all rode over sixteen stone — but none of us could beat 

 them, either in a quick spin or a long hunting run. With 

 the exception of Lord Waterford, they all rode to sell 

 as well as for sport — and very good cattle they had. 

 The late Sir John Power was as good a man as ever 

 rode over the Curraghmore country. Tom Lalor of 

 Cregg could never be beaten. He is a feather weight, 

 and always rode well-bred horses. He knew nothing, 

 and cared less about hounds. All he cared for was a 

 brilliant gallop, no matter how long or how difficult the 

 country might be : but he never did harm, and knew 

 well how to ride to hounds as they should be ridden 

 to. 



Billy Mulcahy was a very hard man with good 

 hands, but he was always over-riding the hounds, 

 and was very jealous. They called him *' Quarry 



