34 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



" There," exclaimed the Master, with a wave of the 

 hand, as he set his horse in motion, " that is 

 Captious, a first-prize puppy of the entry." My 

 sharp childish eyes, however, saw that the hound 

 in question was Captive, so without realising the 

 enormity of my behaviour, I piped up reproach- 

 fully in a shrill treble, " Oh, Mr Garth, that is not 

 Captious ; it is Captive." There was a pause, and 

 a glimpse of my father's face filled me with dread, 

 while Mr Garth in sheer astonishment pulled up 

 short and looked at me. Then his good-tempered 

 face broadened into a smile, and with a closer look 

 at the hound than he had given before, he ex- 

 claimed, " By Jove ! little girl, and you are right, 

 too." The incident thus ended in a hearty laugh 

 all round, though my father did not forget to press 

 home to my mind the greatness of the solecism I 

 had committed. 



Mr Garth was a good sportsman, and no day was 

 ever too long for him. He had a splendid pack of 

 hounds, and the way his big dog-hounds let them- 

 selves out over the E-eading side of the country was 

 a sight not to be forgotten. He succeeded in 1852 

 to the Twyford side of the large country that had 

 been hunted by Sir John Cope for over thirty 

 years, Mr Wheble having held the mastership for 

 the two preceding seasons. Mr Garth bought Sir 

 John Cope's dog pack, which consisted of about 

 twenty-five couple of hounds. He liked a big dog- 

 hound, and the standard of his pack was 24|- 

 inches, a large hound being a necessity across the 



