1885. 6i 



February 3rd. — 



And a good meet at Westliill Gate. The 

 gale had subsided, and showers only reminded 

 us of the past rougli weather. But there was no 

 scent, and not much prospect of a run. A 

 " t.all\r-ho " soon proclaimed a fox in Hone}'- 

 combe, and he ran the length of the woods, 

 sinking the hill at the extreme end, turned up 

 again, and out again towards Clifton Wood ; 

 but there was not scent enough to press him, 

 and near Beerhackett he was given up for 

 lost — or saved, as he would look at it. We 

 next found in Tipples, and, hounds getting 

 awa}' close at him, ran rather nierrih' to Whit- 

 field. The brook intervened, and, though 

 narrow, afforded scope for a game of /y^o/^or ct 

 Noir, two gentlemen of those colours cannoning 

 and Noij' getting in. From Whitfield he turned 

 up over Knighton Gorse, back to Hone3^combe 

 and Tipples, and, running nearly the same line 

 again, he afforded another chance of a cold 

 bath in the brook to another gentleman before 

 we went down to Lillington, where the fox 

 somehow mysteriously took himself off and left 



