1 88 1886. 



February 3rd. — 



A fine morning found us at Middlemarsh 

 to meet the Master and his pack. Mr. Woodman 

 was out in his dogcart, glad to see hounds again 

 after being shut up so long in consequence of his 

 painful accident at the end of November. We 

 found very soon, and ran through the Grange 

 Woods, and very hard over High Stoy, and 

 then for Broad Aloes and back to Batcombe 

 Wood, and to ground in fifty minutes. Being 

 in the Cattistock country we had to leave our 

 fox alone, though they could almost see him in 

 the earth. Berkeley Gorses, King's Plantation, 

 and Butterwick were drawn blank, but Long- 

 burton Gorse was equal to the occasion, and 

 produced a brace, one of which we ran to Six 

 Acres and through Stockbridge, leading for 

 Leweston, but he took a turn and swung back 

 to Longburton Gorse, on through Butterwick 

 to Broke and Withy Tree Copse, and back- 

 wards and forwards with vexatiously little 

 scent, though they picked up the line every 

 now and then so merrily we thought they were 

 killiuij him. But, no; and for three hours and 



