296 1887. 



wait for his fox, but took us off to Charlton 

 Wood, where hounds soon took up a line 

 outside the cover and ran with a good cry 

 through the Cheriton Woods, across the 

 Templecombe Road at the Red Lion, Cheriton, 

 back again by the Red Lion, all along the 

 gully into Charlton Wood again, and on to 

 Charlton Gorse, where hounds ran into him 

 and ate him. A very pretty spin of some 

 thirty-three minutes. We found again in North 

 Templecombe Wood, and ran fast (the pack 

 dividing) for Cheriton Wood by Hull Gully, 

 and to ground. He was got out and gave us 

 another turn through the woods, and to ground 

 in an orchard outside, where he was dug by 

 moonlight, and hounds went home, after supper, 

 towards seven o'clock. 



February 7th. — 



The Fifehead Woods rang merrily with the 

 Huntsman's horn, and awoke the sleeping foxes, 

 one of whom gave us a gallop past the house 

 to West Stour and back again, down to the 

 withybed, across Sayell's Farm, and very 



