110 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



for the Buckshaw Brook." " Nothing could be 

 better," and away we went straight for the 

 brook, having a good gallop of twenty - five 

 minutes over a fine bit of country. Mr Mar- 

 wood Yeatman was riding his celebrated Grand 

 Duke, a low dark-brown horse, with white legs 

 and face, a high-bred little head, and a long 

 bang tail. 



When we came to the brook Marwood rode 

 some little distance down the bank to choose 

 a spot, for as a matter of fact no horse could 

 clear it. As soon as he reached the wattle 

 fence he made Grand Duke buck over, and he 

 landed in the water up to his saddle - girths. 

 Then slowly, for fear of the holes, he paddled 

 through, and succeeded in scrambling up the 

 bank. Then came my turn, and Countess, 

 frightened at the wattle, reared and refused. 

 At last she bucked over, and landing on her 

 head and knees in the water, she wetted me 

 up to the neck. However, being a larger and 

 more powerful horse than Grand Duke, she got 

 up the bank more easily. The next time I saw 

 Mr Drax he remarked, " I have heard, — I have 

 heard, you and Marwood have been over the 

 brook. Ah, what I always had to do." 



A point in Mr Drax's history which I should 

 think is unique is that some years before his death, 

 and when he had shut himself ofi" from all society, 

 he built a large and handsome mausoleum in his 

 own grounds, which he had heated with hot-water 



