THE FOXHOUND. 



stem white as a wonderful setting off, 

 came down from Senator. His head was 

 set up, and now adorns a wall in Belvoir 

 Castle, and, by-the-bye, the head of Cromwell 

 occupies a similar panel at Berkeley Castle. 

 The celebrity, famous in every quarter 

 where hounds are talked about, was the 

 Belvoir Weathergage, entered in 1876. He 

 strained from Senator on his dam's side as 



ments, and mated him with Susan by 

 Stormer, a grandson of the Drake Duster. 

 The produce, numbering two and a 

 half couples, included two very hand- 

 some dog-hounds Warrior and Woodman, 

 and the former in due course was the 

 sire of Weathergage, always regarded by 

 Gillard as the best hound ever known. He 

 would find nine fo.xes out of ten, was never 



LORD COVENTRY'S RAMBLER (ENTERED 1S73) AND MARKSMAN (ENTERED 1874). 



she was by Rambler, son of Senator, but 

 his breeding was much brought about 

 for other qualities. When Frank Gillard 

 went on as huntsman in 1867, he became 

 aware that the Singers, Senators, and 

 RaUv^voods had plenty of drive, but when 

 revelling on the most exquisite line almost 

 tied to their fox, they said very little about 

 it. There was one with a beautiful voice 

 like a bell, and he used him. This was 

 Wonder by Chanticleer out of Willing, 

 by the Brocklesby Rally wood, who in- 

 herited the blood of the Osbaldeston 

 Furrier. There was one objection, as he 

 was swine chapped, but Gillard forgave 

 him this on account of his vocal attain- 



known to make a mistake in any part of 

 a run, driving in front, ready to put the 

 pack right in a minute, and as desperate 

 as a Senator at a kill. He was quite a 

 huntsman's friend, as to see what Weather- 

 gage was doing revealed the whole story. 

 He was not notable for extraordinary good 

 looks, and might have been included in 

 the second draft if he had not done some 

 exceedingly good work as a puppy. 

 His stock were better-looking than him- 

 self. Frank Gillard has always said that 

 the best hound he ever saw in a field was 

 Weathergage, but the best - looking Fox- 

 hound in the world he always reckoned to 

 be Gambler, son of Weathergage. 



