268 1 886. 



Cover on our way back, we next found in 

 Ponting's Gorse, but lie was a faint-hearted one, 

 for, having run two fields, he waited for hounds 

 in a hedge, and when they arrived he only 

 came out to commit suicide in a handy pond. 

 It was amusing to see a hound, Brigstock, dip 

 his head under water, pick him up, and walk 

 ashore with his enemy's body in his mouth. 

 This finished the day's sport, but it was not 

 long before we were all together again, on 



November 27th. — 



At Landshire Lane Gate. A foggy, warm 

 morning, but no scent, no sport, and, at first, 

 no fox, for we drew many doubles, and Lady 

 Theodora's Gorse, in vain ; and it was not 

 till we got to the Stronghold of Inwood that 

 we found ; and though we had a fair ring from 

 there by Martin's Wood, and the Templecombe 

 Woods, and back again, there was really nothing 

 worth recording. 



November 29th. — 



The hounds met at the Golden Gate, at 



