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wood of Thrussmgton Wolds and the cross roads of Six Hills. 

 In and out of this was a creep and a scramble in which it 

 was far better to come sixth or seventh than earlier — after 

 which the chase went hotly on across the Fosse-road, and 

 Ellar's Gorse was soon neared. Bearing again to the right 

 the field suddenly found that Old Dalby was close to them, 

 and that they were embarked on the best grass slope of the 

 Belvoir Vale, with their heads for Broughton. The pace 

 freshened up again ; and they galloped on as far as Broughton 

 Station. Here their fox had crossed and recrossed the rail- 

 way at the very station — and it was mainly through Colonel 

 Gosling's ready help that, for the second time in the day, 

 the pack escaped destruction from a passing train. Fifty 

 minutes to here — and a capital s^iorting hunt. The rest may 

 be briefly told. The sharp double back of the fox across the 

 line was curiously and cleverly unravelled by the pack, quite 

 untouched. They then hunted on to within a short half mile 

 of The Curate — which their fox had just been seen to enter. 

 But The Curate was to be Monday's chief draw — to-day was 

 Friday — and there would be few other coverts to fall back 

 upon if The Curate failed. So the Master was compelled to 

 deny hounds the blood they so truly deserved — and a right 

 good day's sport ended. 



THE RIDERLESS RUN. 



Febkuary 4th, 1882. 

 The day of the past week has been Monday (January 30th) 

 with the Quorn — but, by no means with pride and pleasure 

 alone, can one sit down to sketch its outline. Humiliation and 

 disappointment have necessarily as large a share in the feelings 

 of the raconteur as they had at the time in those of the 

 miserable many of which he was an insignificant item. The 

 Quorn hounds had two good runs — morning and afternoon 

 respectively. That of the morning was in itself simply magni- 



