THE HISTORY OF THE BEL VOIR HUNT 



luncheon under the shelter of some stacks, the order was 

 given to draw Ingoldsby Wood, and a good fox was found 

 there, which gave them a capital run of about thirty-five 

 minutes, in which the Prince went exceedingly well, his horse 

 being quite beat at the end. On his way back to the Castle 

 the Prince of Wales stopped at the Angel Hotel at Gran- 

 tham, and partook of a little refreshment, while the omnibus, 

 which was waiting for him there to convey him and some of 

 the party to Belvoir Castle, was being got ready. Mr, Boyall, 

 the landlord, informed his Royal Highness that King John 

 was said to have stayed at the Angel Hotel just before all 

 his baggage, etc., was lost in the Wash on the Lincolnshire 

 coast, and that since that time George IV. had honoured 

 the hotel with his presence on more than one occasion, and 

 with his Royal Highness's permission, in the future he would 

 call the hotel the Angel and Royal, by which name it is now 

 designated. 



There were many other good runs on the Lincolnshire side 

 of the country during the time that Cooper was huntsman. 

 One particular fine afternoon run may be noted here. The 

 hounds had met at Newton toll-bar, and had a fair ringing 

 kind of run in the morning, killing their fox in the open, 

 the country being very deep for the time of the year, as it was 

 the first week in March. A very large field of horsemen was 

 out, including Mr. W. W. Tailby, M.F.H. We found our 

 second fox at Ingoldsby Wood, and ran fast through Boothby 

 little wood, passing close to Boothby Hall, near which place 

 Mr. P'rank Gordon got his horse wedged in between an ox- 

 rail and a largish fence, which he was attempting to negotiate, 

 and was regularly trapped for some little time, as he could 

 not prevail upon the animal to go one way or the other. 

 Eventually, somebody got oft and broke the ox-rail, and let 

 him out. Mr. Frank Gordon and his brother, Mr. George 

 Gordon, were certainly two of the most brilliant performers 

 over a country I ever saw — " rum uns to follow, and bad uns 

 to beat " (as Whyte Melville would have described them to be). 

 We then ran over a fine country, passing Basingthorpe and 

 Corby, and the run terminated at Mr. Birch Reynardson's 



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