The '' Good-hye'' Day. 193 



From the Droxforcl and Hambleclon road, 

 the race- course — a beautiful piece of turf — 

 slopes down for about a mile into the hol- 

 low, where lies imbedded the rural little 

 village of Soberton. Over this smooth vel- 

 vety slope the hounds now rattled along at 

 their topmost speed, closely followed by the 

 whole field en masse^ and having more the 

 appearance of a furious charge of cavahy 

 than aught else I can describe. Thus they 

 thundered along in the ^'race of death" which 

 was shortly to ensue ; for our fox — which 

 proved not to be a vixen, as some of the 

 *' knowing ones" had predicted — after a chase 

 of fifty minutes, at a clipping pace, was run 

 into and Idlled in an open field, close to the 

 southern extremity of Soberton race-course, 

 where this splendid '^ charge" had taken place. 



Never, perhaps, was there a more brilliant 

 finale to the reign of any Master of hounds. 



The steady perseverance manifested in 

 drawing for his fox; the thorough scientific 







