58 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



everyone told him he was wrong. That our fox 

 must be back, had never gone that way, that 

 hounds were over some old line. Major Wise 

 listened and smiled, but he held on until up 

 jumped our fox, right out of the ordinary country, 

 and we either killed him or put him to ground 

 close to the Deel, and I had to gallop for my train. 



Some of his sayings will never be forgotten. 

 Since writing this Major Wise was killed in an 

 accident. He was a personality never to be for- 

 gotten and ever to be regretted. 



When he went away several years ago to his 

 own place in Tipperary our present Master, Mr. 

 Nigel Baring, on giving up the Duhallows took 

 the Limericks, and I always hope that before he 

 gives up my hunting days may be over. 



Like Mr. Langrishe it is short Hfe for a fox who 

 does not bustle out of covert ; he is not given 

 much time. Mr. Baring rides a beautiful stamp 

 of horse, well bred, fast and powerful, and fear 

 was left out in his composition. He will take the 

 best place in a fence if there happens to be a best, 

 but anything between him and his hounds has 

 to be got over, and the worst on earth must suffice 

 if there is nothing good. The country people are 

 devoted to him. 



" I wouldn't care to be the fox facin' out an' 

 himself afther me," as I heard one say, and " If I 

 were a fox I'd rather have the devil after me than 

 Nigel Baring and his bitch pack." 



