38 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



Garth, without a check of any sort, when we killed 

 our fox at Eversley. Tom Sweetman and I jumped 

 into the road at the same time only a few yards 

 apart, just in time to see hounds catch their fox as 

 he was trying to gain the opposite bank. Eversley 

 is of course for ever associated with the memory of 

 Charles Kingsley, whose greatest delight was a 

 day with hounds, when his neighbour Sir John 

 Cope was Master. 



With one large covert in Mr Garth's country 

 there lingers a tradition of the terrible delinquency 

 of an old gamekeeper. This man was determined 

 that fox-hunters should pay well for their sport in 

 his coverts, so one day he arrived at the covert- 

 side with a fox in a sack, which he invited the 

 Master to buy. Such an unusual proceeding 

 naturally not commending itself to the hunting 

 mind, the man threatened that if the fox was not 

 bought he would shoot it then and there. Finding 

 that his demands were not likely to be complied 

 with by the irate Master, he consequently threw 

 the sack on the ground and shot the fox. It is 

 satisfactory to know that the wretched man reaped 

 the reward of his evil deed in a sound horse- 

 whipping at the hands of the enraged members 

 of the hunt, and the loss of his situation. This 

 story dates back, I believe, to the early years of 

 Sir John Cope's mastership, and probably has lost 

 nothing in the repetition during the best part of 

 a century. 



With Mr Garth's hounds there was generally 



