SIR HENRY PAUL SEALE, BART. 93 



for, tells how, when the master was casting his 

 hounds at a check, the late Mr. T. C. Kellock of 

 Totnes (whose sons are to be seen among the field 

 to-day) called out : " He has gone this way." " How 

 do you know ? " exclaimed the astonished master. 

 *' / can smell him, Sir Henry ! " came the answer, 

 and, sure enough, he was right. At the next check, 

 the master turned in his saddle with the remark : 

 " Where is Kellock ? Send for Kellock ! " 



It has been stated, in the chapter dealing with his 

 first mastership, that no day was too long for Sir 

 Henry. The same cannot apparently be said of Dick 

 Tucker, who at one time whipped-in to him. People 

 were then less fastidious than they are nowadays, 

 and Tucker used to employ the intervals between his 

 duties in field and kennel with other work, which 

 included the milking of cows. The story goes that 

 one day, in the Berry country, after drawing blank 

 until nearly four o'clock, the hounds at last hit a cold 

 line from Tunner's Bottom and, when pointing in the 

 direction of Wildwoods, they began to freshen up a 

 bit. They were promptly stopped by old Tucker. 

 One of the long-suffering field, seeing his last fond 

 hopes shattered in this way, rode up and exclaimed : 

 *' Why, Tucker, if you had left the hounds alone, we 

 should have found that fox at Wildwoods." " Oh ! 

 Yes," was the old man's answer, " hut what time 

 should I have milked my cows ? " 



During this. Sir Henry's second mastership, the 

 Field gives the strength of the pack at twenty-eight 

 couple, and his whips as the aforesaid Dick Tucker 

 and George Wakeham. 



It may not be amiss to allude in this place to the 

 occasion, a quarter of a century after Sir Henry had 

 given up his hounds, when the South Devon, under 



