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THE TRINITY FOOT BEAGLES 



Farm. The farm is right up the valley of the Powburn, among the 

 hills. We found all prepared for us. G. A. C. Shipinan, a fellow 

 Cantab., who had been stopping with Carr-EUison, with the assistance 



of Mrs. Fenwick (our house-parlourmaid 

 and cook), had put things straight. 



Hounds were put in a kennel with 

 the open front boarded up. A puppy- 

 run was made out of the coach-house. 

 No one lives near us but the shepherd, 

 and 2 farm hands. On all sides of us 

 are high hills, some up to 1000 ft., 

 covered with bracken and heather. 



By the time we had settled down a bit 

 it was time for dinner, consisting of cold 

 beef and beer. A pipe and so to our beds. 

 Beds ! How little did we think of our 

 future troubles with beds. Mine was a 

 fold-up bed (usually about 2 a.m.), and 

 well named it showed itself 



There are three bedrooms, two sitting- 

 rooms, and a bedroom for Mrs. Fenwick. 

 Mrs. F. shares her room with three cats 

 and a dog, Nancy. Shipman shares his 

 with Nell, the spaniel. Lupton and I 

 share a room with his dog. Whiskey, 

 and a harrier pup. Drummer, from the 

 neighbouring pack of harriers. 

 Sunday, Sept. 1. — Up at 9 a.m. 

 Looked round the place, everything is going to ruin here. The 

 river is in front of the house, about 200 yards off. 

 Carr-Ellison to lunch. 



After lunch we tickled trout in the river, as the popular opinion 

 in these parts is against Sunday fishing (with a rod). 

 Monday, Sept. 2. — Up at 7 a.m. 



Met at Chesters, about 2 miles u]) the river, at 8. Very hot, no 

 scent. Found a hare, but soon lost her. After drawing again for 



A Caricature of K, Walker 

 By C. P. T. Hawkes. 



