PACKS I HAVE HUNTED WITH 29 



in a borrowed bread van and I doubt if they had 

 anything to eat either. 



Thady's hounds would run anything when they 

 came out, blackbirds, goats, cows, pigs, and 

 especially food. 



" Ware blackbirds there ye divils ye. On, ride 

 on. Sir. Run on, Pat. They have Cassidy's pig 

 again," were common hunting calls, but when 

 they settled down there were two couple which 

 could hunt, and we went bhthely with these — 

 one had a cropped tail — leaving the various 

 Spinsters and Beauties weighed down by the cares 

 of famines to follow as best they could. Thady 

 was exceedingly Hke Lord Spencer to look at — 

 people often noticed the Hkeness. 



The Worcesters promised to have his photo- 

 graph taken — I have one — on Gay Boy, with the 

 most motley collection of hounds which have 

 ever met the eye of man round him, but they 

 gave poor Thady a Httle trouble before they let 

 him pose proudly in the barrack square. 



They laid a drag and away went Thady's pack, 

 mad for anything they could run down — in and 

 out of barrack rooms, up and down stairs, with 

 Thady tearing after them, whip in hand, and 

 shouting wildly. 



I was nearly killed out with liis hounds on a 

 runaway brown mare. Thady always declares 

 that he saved my life, by loosing my collar stud. 



Several people had declared me dead and were 



