48 Memoir of Tom Smith. 



next liunting-day. He judiciously kept his 

 doubts to liimself, and men who expected to find 

 him downcast saw him apparently in his usual 

 high spirits, which was soon really the case, 

 as he killed his fox that day after a good run. 

 The incident was soon forgotten by all but 

 himself : but he turned it to use ; for it deter- 

 mined him never to let the hounds be out of 

 his sight when in chase. 



iN'otwithstanding the misadventure of their 

 first day, the Hambledon pack turned out a 

 good one. They had, as ^'Mmrod'^ allowed, 

 one of the most extraordinary runs on record. 

 The meet was at Stanstead, which was at that 

 time a neutral covert with them and Colonel 

 G. Wyndham, whose hounds met the same 

 day at AUsworth Bridge, only a mile off. 

 This was inconveniently near, and at Colonel 

 Wyndham's request, made tlirough Mr. Eing- 

 ham IN'ewland, Mr. Smith retired, leaving 

 Stanstead for the Colonel. The Hambledons 

 foimd in the Markwells, between two and 



