68 REMINISCENCES OF A HUNTSMAN 



remembrance were only waked by the prettier whistle of the 

 plover. The spot where my father shot the highwayman on 

 Hounslow Heath, as he went in the evening from Cranford to 

 dine with Justice Bulstrode, whose house was within the old 

 wail now surrounding the new church at Hounslow, became the 

 centre almost of a town, and, in short, the whole place became 

 peopled. All this was of course against hunting, and increased 

 our difficulties, as the sequel will show. 



