80 THE TRINITY FOOT BEAGLES 



Beatles, and towards the end of my first Easter term Harry asked 

 me to carry a whip. 



He gave us all whips engraved with his and our initials, and I 

 have mine still. Harry was never great on his legs, and he used to 

 ride a cob called Tom, and a horse called Ploughboy who was a fine 

 hunter. 



There was no kind of livery, and the T.F.B. button was not even 

 thought of till 1874 It was somewhat hard work turning hounds 

 to a mounted huntsman, but we did it as well as we could. 



In those days, when farming was on top of the wave, there were 

 two packs of harriers hunting the country— Mason's harriers and 

 Hick's harriers— and it was not by any means easy to get the meets 

 arranged for three days a week. We used to spend Saturday after- 

 noon in the Corn Exchange trying to fix up meets with the farmers 

 fur the next week or two, and got the cards out on Sunday. 



The field was very small, about 10 to 20 ; often less. We had a 

 small waggonette which carried six of the Committee, and two ponies 

 used to take us to the meet as fast as they could scuttle. The rest 

 got to the meets on foot or in pony-traps ; there were no bicycles. 



On one occasion we met in the Backs, and proceeded to draw the 

 fields where Grange Eoad is now and the football ground. 



We didn't find till we got to the place where Newnham now 

 stands ; in those days there were no houses beyond the King's and 

 Trinity Gardens. We had quite a good hunt in the direction of 

 Coton, over the Trinity cricket ground, through Burrel's field, and, I 

 think, through Trinity Gardens across the Backs road and down to 

 the river just by Clare Bridge. When we got on to the bridge, there 

 was the hare in the water, and somehow she scrambled up the ivy, 

 got on to the bridge, and ran into the court. By this time Harry 

 Howard was off his horse, and running down the avenue blowing his 

 horn to get the hounds back and over the laidge. He got some of 

 them back, and ran across the bridge with them and laid them on, on 

 the grass in the court-yard. As he was doing so the master. Dr. 

 Atkinson, came out, but I can see him now in his tall hat and frock 

 coat running across the grass, where Harry was laying on his hounds. 

 He was in a blue rage : " such an outrage had never been committed 



