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calls, their respective hounds, each hound answering to his name 

 directly. All feelings of jealousy were banished, courtesies were 

 exchanged, and each pack departed on its way home. 



All hunts have their characters, and the Ouorn 

 included one, by name Benjamin Fouldes, a frame-work 

 knitter. In his native village of Woodhouse Eaves, 

 near Loughborough, and indeed beyond the confines of 

 that small place, he had quite a reputation on account of 

 his remarkable zeal for fox-hunting. Whether it was 

 that the propinquity to the kennels gave a sporting 

 turn to the inhabitants of Woodhouse Eaves, or whether 

 they were affected with the sporting proclivities of 

 Leicestershire in Qeneral, matters not, but no sooner 

 was it known that the hounds were to meet anywhere 

 near at hand than the whole village turned out in great 

 number, the stockingers leaving their dusty frames for 

 the purer air of Charnwood Forest and its heights. 

 Foremost ever amongst these was Fouldes, who always 

 "hunted in scarlet," and for many years none of the 

 pedestrian followers could beat him. He was well 

 known to nearly all the members of the Hunt, who 

 had a kindly word for him, and often expressed their 

 esteem for him in more tangible form. He had a good 

 deal of ready wit about him, and was a general favourite. 

 He died on March 15, 1846, at the age of seventy-nine. 

 For some reason or other he had always taken a great 

 interest in the future of the Hunt, and when it was 

 rumoured that the country was offered to Sir Richard 

 Sutton, he heard the intelligence with the greatest 

 possible satisfaction, although it was by no means 

 certain that he had ever seen Sir Richard, who was 

 then hunting the Cottesmore country. Be that as it 

 may, however, he to the last expressed his hope that 

 Sir Richard Sutton would hunt the Quorn in succession 

 to Mr. Greene. 



