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delighted in riding to hounds in a line by himself and 

 going at everything. Like Mr. Assheton Smith, he was 

 quite unhappy if any one cut out the work for him ; but 

 he rode the best of horses, and whether it was plough or 

 pasture he galloped along at the same pace. Mr. Little 

 Gilmour (the Gentle, as he was called), too, was well 

 mounted, and second to no man of his weight ; and 

 then there was Sir James Musgrave, who always held 

 his place in a run ; while Lord Wilton, whose fame has 

 been many times sung, was quite in the first class. But, 

 perhaps, for a heavy man Colonel Wyndham was about 

 the best in the Hunt, for he rode twenty stone, and though 

 unable to cut down the light weights could hold his own. 

 Of Day a contemporary writer spoke in highly compli- 

 mentary terms. He was said to be always in his place. 



On December 9, 1841, the Quorn hounds placed an 

 excellent run to their credit, of which the following is an 

 abstract : — 



They met at Great Dalby, and found a fine dog fox at Thorpe 

 Trussells, and from there he ran by Great Dalby, and swinging 

 to the right went towards Burrough by Maresfield, and on to 

 John o' Gaunt, where he bore to the left for Halstead, and with 

 hounds running at a tremendous pace the line lay by Skeffington- 

 highfield, at which point the field were tailing terribly. The fox 

 ran to Tugby Spinney, where lie was headed, and a check took 

 place, the time to this point being fifty-two minutes. On Day 

 recovering the line it was found that the fox had turned to the 

 right, in the direction of Rolleston, crossed the covert, round 

 which he ran twice, while some fresh foxes rather complicated 

 matters. Mr. Greene, however, was fortunate in keeping to the 

 line, and as the fox was endeavouring to jump a small brook a 

 hound pulled him down, after one hour and twenty minutes, over 

 as fine a line of country as could be wished for. For the first fifty- 

 two minutes, up to check, and during the last four miles, there 

 was not a horseman within a quarter of a mile of the flying pack, 

 and the run was considered to have been one of the best seen in 

 Leicestershire since the days of Mr. Meynell. At the end of the run 

 not a single hound was missing ; and during the whole day it is said 



