38 1884. 



reached the road between North Wootton and 

 Barrow, close to hounds, which were running 

 hard, when a man rushed out of a farm gate — 

 " Here he be, sir, here he be," and we swung 

 through the farmyard in time to see the eager 

 pack tearing their fox in the field. He had 

 just jumped into the arms of an old Avoman 

 at the door-way, who rejected his advances, 

 and he fell back into the mouths of the 

 hungry and excited pack. The Master was 

 first up ; and never can he and Tom have sung 

 out " Who-whoop " with keener delight, for here 

 was the fox we had found at twenty minutes to 

 twelve pulled down in the open at twelve 

 minutes to four, after a real old-fashioned run 

 of four hours and eight minutes — every hound, 

 save one old one, was up at the death ; Lady 

 Theodora, and her groom, F. Gould, were next 

 up, and Mr. Rome, of Compton Castle, Mr. 

 Turner, Mr. Berkley Napier, with Messrs. 

 Maidment and Richards, Mr. Corp (our valuable 

 pilot), the Master's second horseman, and one 

 or two more made up the fourteen or fifteen 

 who were in at the death, and a more brilliant 



