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knowing how to use his fists, in less than a minute two of the 

 scoundrels were laid senseless on the road from well delivered 

 " straight ones," and the others ran away up the hill in the direction 

 of Jephson. Larry shouted to catch them, which was done, and a 

 sound thrashing was administered. Thus were the four fellows 

 accounted for, but in a way they little anticipated, for when they 

 attacked Larry, although they thought he was alone, they did not 

 recognise him in the dark nor did they imagine a man equally good 

 with his fists was within a hundred yards in the person of " Sporting 

 Harry." The report of that encounter, with its results, spread 

 through the country, and there were no more attacks made upon 

 the hunting men. 



I give the following instance of a hound's extraordinary powers 

 of finding his way home upon the authority of Johnny Ryan, under 

 whose immediate knowledge the occurrence took place. In about the 

 year 1850 Lord Waterford sent a draft of hounds from the Curragh- 

 more kennels to a friend of his in the co. Clare (I forget who). 

 The hounds were sent in a van four miles from the kennels to 

 Fiddown Station, thence in a horse-box over fifty miles by railway 

 to Limerick, from there across the Shannon and several miles 

 into the co. Clare to their destination. This journey of some 

 seventy miles was thus made in covered conveyances. Within 

 ten days one of the bitches found her way back to the kennels at 

 Curraghmore, having made the journey on foot. How or where she 

 crossed the river Shannon is unknown ; but unless she did so by 

 either of the bridges at Limerick or Castleconnell, which are some 

 ten miles apart, she must have swum across, and at all parts the 

 Shannon is wide and rapid. 



Wherever "March 29, 1S59," occurs in a sportsman's diary, it 

 should be encircled with a mourning border, for on that day was 

 killed one of the greatest foxhunters that ever lived, and one of 

 the finest riders between the flags of his day or for many years after. 



Yes, Henry, third Marquis of Waterford, known, as he always was and 

 always will be, as " The Marquis," was killed on that day, at a small 

 fence on to the road in the valley between Miltown and Corbally Hills, 

 in the co. Kilkenny. 



I was hunting with his lordship that day, and although so many 

 years have passed since the appalling catastrophe, I remember vividly 

 all the lamentable circumstances, so I shall give a few particulars, the 

 accuracy of which may be thoroughly relied upon. 



Lord Waterford's meet was at Castlemorres, the seat of his intimate 

 friend, the late Mr. John de Montmorency. A fox was found in 

 the demesne, which gave us a bad run to ground on the banks of the 

 stream under Glenbower Wood, not far from Tom Shea's house at 

 Mullinbeg. Lord Waterford then changed horses and trotted off to 



