PACKS I HAVE HUNTED WITH 25 



but hounds ran on to Drumcollogher with Mrs. 

 Russell, Mr. Humble and the whip, the only 

 three left. Mr. Humble, I think, had a fall before 

 the end, and the whip's horse was done, leaving 

 Mrs. Russell quite alone. A kindly gunner in- 

 sisted on my riding his horse to Croom, only twelve 

 miles. He walked wearily in riding boots. Dandy 

 was discovered next day with his saddle and 

 bandages still on, but with the best quilt spread 

 over him to keep him warm. I got a car from 

 Croom, and drove on, six miles, finding my mother 

 nearly wild, out on the road waiting for me. 

 Several people never got home at all that night ; 

 they were twenty and thirty miles from home on 

 dead-beaten horses. There was also quite a 

 curious ending to the day's sport when Kennedy, 

 Mrs. Russell and Mr. Humble were coming back 

 with hounds. It was then pitch dark. A fox 

 jumped up out of the laurels at Odelville, close 

 to Balhngarry, and away went the pack on top 

 of him. It was half an hour before the weary men 

 could get them together again. 



My Dandy, I have been told, was first up at the 

 check on the road (the only one as far as Spring- 

 field) which led the scattered field up. It was 

 the only time my big three-cornered grey roan 

 put me down, he was practically running away 

 with me, for he reared so badly that I always had 

 to ride him in a Hght snaffle. He was a most evil- 

 tempered horse, but a wonderful hunter. 



