i8 SIR LEWEN GLYNN 



man who rode this run throughout was Sir Lewen Glynn, 

 all the field being stopped by the river Avon, through 

 which Glynn, although not able himself to swim, swam his 

 horse without hesitation, and reached the opposite bank 

 in safety, notwithstanding it was a cold, bitter day, with 

 a cutting east wind, the sleet falling and absolutely 

 freezing in our coats. By this resolute act Glynn kept 

 alone with the hounds for more than an hour, and he 

 was the only man besides myself up at the finish, when, 

 both our horses being beaten, he held mine above Christian 

 Malford Wood, whilst I ran in with the hounds on foot, 

 to save the fox's brush for him." 



To those who know the country, it may afford some 

 amusement in calculating the extent of ground traversed 

 by this gallant old fox, and I believe if all his turnings 

 and windings, in covert and out, are taken into account, 

 it will amount to Httle less than forty miles. It was, as I 

 have stated, a cold, miserable day, with a bad scent, so 

 that the hounds could never press their fox. This Cat- 

 comb Wood is the most beautiful fox covert I have ever 

 seen in any country. It lies sloping towards the south, 

 with grass, rushes, and blackthorn, as thick in some parts 

 as a gorse brake, in the centre of a fine fox-hunting vale, 

 chiefly pasture land ; and as to its extent, just the thing 

 to suit the taste of a master of fox-hounds. 



The foxes it produced during the time I hunted it 

 were generally stout and straight runners, taking their 

 line into the Vale of White Horse country, where we had 

 generally the good luck to overhaul them, after running 

 through the long string of woodlands called Webb's 

 Woods and Lidiard Plain. Others we killed from the 

 same covert on the open downs, after running over the 

 vale through Compton. 



