62 STAGHUNTING WITH THE 



but an innocent looking piece of heather with a 

 hidden water channel or two will empty as manv 

 saddles as the stiffest fence in the shires. For 

 strangers who wish to secure their first glimpse 

 of a red deer in a state of freedom there is no 

 likelier spot for the attainment of their wishes 

 than the summit of Hadborough, or the neigh- 

 bourhood of the harbourer's cottage that nestles 

 among the tall Scotch hrs at Frogwell Lodge. 

 From his house the harbourer can look out upon 

 many a distant point which he has to visit in 

 the course of his arduous duties : the heights of 

 Dunkery and Winsford Hill looming large against 

 the distant sky, while to the south he looks down 

 on country where deer live, but which he does 

 not harbour inasmuch as it is lent to Sir John 

 Heathcote Amory, 



Across the Haddon valley a curious object in 

 the landscape is the solitary tower of what was 

 once Upton parish church, a tower which, like 

 that of Withypool, on the banks of the Barle, 

 seems to have been built to defy the wear and 

 tear of time and w^eather. 



Far down below, amongst green water 

 meadows, three or four neat buildings and an 

 ancient water wheel compose the hamlet known 

 as Hartford Mill, where lives a veteran enthusiast 

 in the science of harbouring, James Wensley 

 by name, to whose training is due much of the 

 credit of the present harbourer's success. From 



