lo 1884. 



December 2nd. — 



The meet at Holnest Pound did not attract 

 a large field, for it was a really refreshing, 

 soaking morning, a thing we have not seen since 

 last May, and rejoiced in accordingly. The 

 dog hounds were out, and they soon found two 

 foxes in Longburton gorse, but the scent was 

 indifferent, and they could not make much of it. 

 But in the afternoon, with a burning scent, we 

 had better sport. From Little Stockbridge 

 Cover for Six Acres, but leaving it on the left 

 raced for Home Bushes, ran the length of it, 

 thence to Bailey Ridge and past the White 

 House gorses, to and through Sweethills, then 

 into Admiral Digby's plantation, galloping up its 

 broad grass ride, and from here, with no pause 

 or delays to Remedy, in twenty-eight minutes. 

 A timeh' check enabled our horses to recover 

 their wind, and Orbell soon getting liis hounds 

 on the line again, we ran back into the Grange 

 Woods, and here, while the huntsman was 

 casting forwards, a single hound. Wildfire, had 

 a hand-to-hand encounter with the eneni}' in an 

 open drain, whence he dislodged him, and chased 



