SEASON 1871-72. 



CLINKER WITH ME. TAILBY FROM OWSTON 

 WOOD. 



last we have liad a day's 

 sport worth tellmg — aud 

 one that, however good 

 the season may turn out, is 

 not likely to find many 

 rivals. St>, instead of being 

 sentenced to speak of runs 

 that ought to have been 

 and were not, of scent that 

 ought to have existed and 

 didn't, of foxes that ought 

 to have gone straight and 

 wouldn't, let me endeavour 

 to convey some idea of INIr. 

 Tailby's recent Tuesday. 

 Beside it, all the other 

 events of the week laj^se 

 into insignificance. To 

 keep the thread of history unbroken, it is merely necessary to 

 mention that but little sport has marked the present season, 

 previous to the lachrymation and wringing of hands called 

 forth by last week's persistent frost. 



The meet w^as advertised for Owston Wood, on Tuesday, 

 November 28th. No x>art or end of the wood having been 

 named as the rendezvous, every half dozen people had a 

 meet of their own, according to their opinion, or the road 



