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represented ; nor did they go empty away. They took 

 second prize for the best couple of entered hounds, and 

 their Warrior gained the stallion hound prize. They 

 then scored, perhaps rather fortunately, another victory, 

 when the first prize was given to two couples of their 

 young bitches, while the Quorn Fragrance won in the 

 single puppy class. The Quorn rather easily beat the 

 Fitzwilliam in the class for older bitches with Gladness 

 by Grasper, Gambol by Rufford Galliard, Graceless by 

 Galliard, and Paragon by Grasper. There were two 

 more cups to be won, and the Quorn carried off both; 

 so altogether Tom Firr and the master did very well 

 at Peterborough in 188S. Nor must it be left unsaid 

 that the Quorn Warrior won the champion cup given 

 by the Mayor of Peterborough. 



In the following December (1888) the Quorn enjoyed a run 

 from Burrough Hill Wood, which was said to be about the best 

 day's sport that the Quorn had seen since the season of 1883-84. 

 Three or four couples of hounds hit off the line at once, forcing 

 the fox into the road, and up the opposite hill, bending slowly to 

 the left and then to the right, after which they ran down the 

 valley over a good country. There was a momentary check in 

 the lane above Thorpe Satchville, which gave those in the second 

 rank time to improve their position, and then away went the 

 hounds on the lower side of Adam's Gorse. They were out of 

 sight for a moment or two, and then they were viewed racing 

 up the hill. In another half mile the Burrough and Twyford 

 road was reached, just where the line branches oft" to Tilton. 

 About a dozen men were there with the hounds, and a little way 

 beyond Newbold the huntsman viewed the fox in the next field. 

 Hounds were soon after him, but the fox was coursed by a sheep- 

 dog, and a check took place for something like twenty minutes. 

 Hounds had been going at their best pace over a big country, 

 but when the collie joined in the hunt the fox made a curve 

 towards Somerby, but he again reached the valley, and when on 

 his original line he kept steadily on for his point, which proved 

 to be the spinney at Knossington. After the check, however, 

 hounds never ran very hard, but made the most of a failing scent, 

 and whenever occasion served drove him forward at a good pace. 



