PACKS I HAVE HUNTED WITH 23 



I remember Mr. Nugent Humble taking the 

 hounds and striving with days of opposition. His 

 brother, Mr. Charles Nugent Humble, afterwards 

 Master of the Waterfords, whipping to him. I 

 hunted as much as I could in those days on Dandy, 

 a grey horse which my mother bought out of a 

 cart, and which was afterwards sold for £400, 

 It was hunting under real difficulties and one could 

 not do it now. 



Mr. Humble had to contend with the hideous 

 hitting below the belt of poison. I've seen many 

 a good hound drop in his time, particularly round 

 Ballingary where a bitter enemy to fox-hunting 

 used to live. 



I have seen the horror of hounds dropping on 

 the road to be carried away dead in a few minutes, 

 Mr. Humble's work was through stony ground 

 and we reap the harvest, for a pack once given up 

 is not easy to get together again. 



We would meet them at one place, say Bally- 

 neety, having alJ he coverts stopped there, and 

 at the same time have another lot of coverts 

 stopped some way off. All the people would be 

 out at Cahernarry gorse ready with stones, — I've 

 seen them flying there — but we used to jog away 

 fast and get a hunt somewhere else. It was not 

 dignified, but it carried hunting on at an almost 

 impossible time until the feeling against it wore 

 out. And in the end it did completely. 



Mr. Humble had a gentle and almost weary 



