12 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



afterwards the Prince made ample amends by 

 saying, " I am sorry you lost your horse, Billy. 

 Go into my stable and take another." 



Almost as much talked of as his master was 

 a terrier named Pompey that belonged to Mr 

 Butler. This dog was shaved like a poodle, 

 and was as keen after a fox as any hound 

 that hunted over the Vale. Mr Butler died 

 at Okeford Fitzpaine, from which place he had 

 hunted for many years. 



The Bev. C. Newbolt, the rector of Somerton, 

 was another of the keen hunting parsons of 

 Dorset, and he said of my father and his old 

 horse Friar, that he was 



" A good 'un to follow when hounds are fast running, 

 Though it must be confessed he rides somewhat cunning." 



Mr Newbolt was an inveterate punster, and 

 among the riddles he liked to shower on his 

 friends was one on a lady of his acquaintance 

 who, after being engaged to a Mr Wood, event- 

 ually married a Mr Stone. " Why," he would 

 ask, " is Mrs Stone an idolatress ? " And the 

 answer always came with the same fine relish, 

 " Because she was first a worshipper of Wood 

 and then of Stone." 



While Mr Hall was hunting a part of the 

 Vale country my father was out with his hounds 

 on a very stormy wet day, and he viewed a 

 fox away from the down - wind side of a large 

 covert. Giving a holloa, he brought up Mr 



