114 THE SOUTH DEVON HUNT 



either Preston or, more likely, Mr. Mortimer's farm, 

 Hestow. 



A great day's sport fell to the master's lot on the 

 11th of the same month. After meeting at Penn Inn, 

 a brace of foxes divided the pack in Wildwoods, the 

 main body with the master running one to Coombe 

 Cellars and back, through Buckland, over Milber 

 Down to the keeper's house, through the plantation 

 to the drain, which was stopped, and on to the 

 Newtake where he got in. The rest of the pack ran 

 the other fox to Penn Inn, and from there to another 

 part of the Newtake, where he was headed by foot- 

 people into the mouths of the hounds. The " VVho- 

 whoop ! " uttered in what the writer of the account 

 in the Field called " the somewhat delicate but, to 

 the ears of foxhunters with the South Devon, 

 melodious voice of Mr. Tom Harris who had this 

 little chase all to himself," brought up the master 

 with the body of the pack. 



The said Tom Harris was keeper at Haccombe for 

 goodness knows how many years, for he was with 

 Sir Walter Carew and died only a few years ago. Up 

 to the last, after he retired, he used still to come out 

 hunting. 



Going on to Torbrian they found again in South- 

 lands covert, and ran " over the grass fields and 

 diabolical stone walls," past the Rectory to Dyer's 

 Wood, across the Broadhempston road to the earths 

 at Penless which were shut. Then by Tor Newton 

 House over Denbury Down, round Denbury Village 

 and to Chandler's Wood, East Ogwell, Chercombe 

 Bridge and Whiterocks, down to and over the flooded 

 river, where Tom Harris, " disdaining the results to 

 his weak throat," distinguished himself by getting 

 across and so luring to their undoing the few others 



