CHAPTER II 



SOME PACKS I HAVE HUNTED WITH AND 

 THEIR MASTERS 



FIRST of course the County Limerick Fox- 

 hounds — though my opening day was 

 with the Harriers, their Master, Mr. George 

 Furnell of Abbey ville. 



I cannot remember Sir David Roche as a Master. 

 My sister could, and asked him gravely one day why 

 he was so nice in a grey coat, she said, and so cross 

 in a red. I knew him afterwards, and saw a sad 

 little picture which he drew himself when he gave 

 up his beloved hounds. Empty boots, rusting 

 spurs, horn and whip flung down. He never forgot 

 them or ceased to regret them. 



Mr. John Gubbins I have dim memories of. 

 As I have said, he was finally stopped at a meet at 

 our gate and never hunted again. He rode splen- 

 did weight carriers, and went hard. A man better 

 known afterwards as owner of the celebrated 

 horse, Ard Patrick. I can just remember him 

 driving his huge van, with three horses abreast in 

 it into the yard at Fedamore, the hounds inside. 

 And I remember letting out the deer. He hunted 

 the county hounds until he was stopped, and was 

 a loss irreparable ff" the country. 



