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the Complete Fcxhunter, and there is also an account of it in 

 the sporting section of the Surrey volumes of the Victoria 

 County Histories of England, and I first of all may state, for 

 the benefit of those who do not know the country, that the 

 original Burstow country — the Hunt is now amalgamated with 

 the Old Surrey — contains a very fine vale country, which lies 

 between two lines of hills. The long line of hills which begins 

 with the Hog's Back in the extreme west of Surrey extends 

 eastward by Guildford, Dorking, and right on into Kent, and 

 a spur of this line farther south forms Leith Hill, which is 

 in the Surrey Union country. But immediately south of 

 Reigate, Kedhill, Bletchingley, and Limpsfield there is a wide 

 and fairly flat plain — in which the Lingfield and Gatwick 

 racecourses are situated — and this plain must be about ten 

 miles from north to south, where it reaches a low range of 

 hills on the Surrey-Sussex border, and perhaps a little further 

 from east to west. On the day I have in mind, hounds met 

 at the village of Lingfield, and there had been so much rain 

 shortly before that the racecourse stream was flooded, and as the 

 first draw was the clump on the racecourse, White — who had 

 come from the Goodwood to carry the horn with the Burstow 

 in place of Mr. Hoare — had to cross the stream on a plank, 

 hounds having been brought to the racecourse from the far side, 

 and not by the usual road. There was an immediate holloa,, 

 and hounds went back over the brook, and for several minutes 

 had matters all to themselves, the field being held up by 

 ■wire. Tliis enabled the pack to settle to their fox, and they 

 ran — without a check, as far as my recollection goes — across 

 the plain to Gatwick, crossing the main Brighton line at the 

 Gatwick racecourse station. I remember that railwaymen 

 opened the gates, and we rode through the paddock to the 

 head — the top turn — of the course, turned left-handed, and 

 ran on to the outskirts of Crawley, where the fox was killed 

 in a cottage garden. This was a capital hunt, with a point 

 of about seven miles, and it was all over by one o'clock. Then 

 came a long trot back to the country of the draw, and it was 

 about three o'clock when a second fox was found in a spinney 

 near New Chapel Green. INIany of the field had gone 

 home, and I remember Mr. Hoare coming out of the spinney 

 and telling some of us that they were running two foxes 



