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Tims, or more or less tlius/^to Grimston Gorse — as cheery a 

 twenty-five minutes' curl as you want to see. Then twenty- 

 five minutes more — rounding a beaten fox ; and then a second, 

 more befitting, kill in Grimston Gorse, to end a gi-eat day's 

 sport. At least I dare to term it so, though fortune, fog, 

 accident, and ill-management made the chief event so deep a 

 disappointment. 



HUNT WE MUST. 



The Quorn saved their ^Monday (Feb. Gtli) by an afternoon 

 gallop — blew a fire out of an apparently empty grate — and 

 went home in good spirits. It so happens that they have killed 

 their foxes very freely — though very fiiirly — in their Monday 

 country; e.g., no less than two brace in, and about, Grimston 

 Gorse alone. Small coverts and dead gorses are all they have 

 to depend upon — and these will not stand the stram. Foxes lie 

 out; the farmers leave them duly unmolested; and they naturally 

 prefer a good quiet hedgerow to a hollow brake that smells 

 week by week of the foxhound. So it is often difficult indeed 

 to find them ; and more than half of Monday (a superlative 

 hunting day, too) was spent in vain quest. 



AVartnaby Hall is quite a Melton meet — but so situated that, 

 though difficult of attainment from Leicester, it is yet within 

 reach of many from the Belvoir, Cottesmore, and South Notts 

 countries. All three Hunts were strongly represented to-da}', 

 and from the last-named came Mrs. Chaworth-Musters, to 

 renew acquaintance with the country in which she was for long 

 so prominent and so graceful a figure — also Miss jNIusters and 

 Mr. and Miss Sherbrooke. Altogether, it was as bright — and 

 certainl}' as big — a field as the Quorn ever called together on 

 what we are accustomed to consider the less crowded side of 

 the Wreake. Ample opportunity indeed was given for discover- 

 ing this as the long cavalcade squeezed, groaned, and looked 



