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hounds. I cannot say what the kennel discipline is, but when brought 

 out they appear to me as near perfection as it is possible to bring 

 hounds. In the field, quietude and dependence upon themselves for 

 hunting is the order of the day, and with a fair scent and once clear 

 of the field they require little interference on the part of the hunts- 

 man. The club is, in every sense of the word, nobly supported, the 

 country well stocked with game ; harmony and good-feeling pervade 

 all classes, from the popular nobleman of the club to the humble 

 peasant." 



This pamphlet of Mr. GUscott's was published in 1862, and truly 

 stated the happy relations which then and for many years after existed 

 between the Curraghmore Hunt and the farmers. What a direful 

 contrast with the state of things brought about by the Land League 

 only a few years after ! 



I never knew a man better able to judge the results of an M.F.H.'s 

 management than Mr. Glascott, although he never held that office ; 

 but he was a good man to hounds a? ever I saw, and, having his 

 eye always on them, and knowing what they were doing, he never 

 did harm, hard though he rode. I make these observations to show 

 how well qualified he was to judge of Mr. Briscoe's management, and 

 entitled to put that opinion in print. I may add that he was past 

 the meridian of life when he wrote the pamphlet, and had hunted 

 regularly ever since he was a boy. 



1 did not keep a diary of my hunting, so I cannot fix the date of 

 some of the runs I am about to record, but I vouch for the accuracy 

 of the details. 



December 30, 1862. From Glenbower, round GarrydufF Hill, by Tom 

 Shea's house of MuUinbeg into Carrigtruss ; across the covert without 

 checking to near Boolyglass ; to the right through Harristown, by 

 Lismatique Castle to Moonruha ; across the Harristown River, from 

 which the fox went as straight as a ruler for five miles to Rochestown 

 House, running the boundary headland of Killeen Gorse without 

 touching the cover. He was headed at Rochestown, so wheeling 

 to the left he crossed the Mullinavat River, and was going for Tory 

 Hill, when he was turned over in the open by that beautiful bitch 

 Barmaid, two miles from where he crossed the W. &, K. Railway. 

 14 miles — 1 hour 25 minutes. This was one of the finest foxhunts I 

 ever saw, and every hound was up — from Carrigtruss to the kill, 

 about 40 minutes, was clinking — the country before that was rough — 

 from Slievenamona, through Rathanny, by Carrigeen, through 

 Knockaderry, across the Dungarvan road at the Slate Quarries, up 

 the distressing hill of Guilcagh, by the Five Roads, and killed just 

 before getting into Baylough Woods. A magnificent run of some 

 eleven miles. Time, exactly sixty minutes. Only two men out of a 

 large field were within half a mile of the hounds when they killed 

 their fox. Toiling up the steep of Baylough they viewed him with 

 roached back and draggled brush gallantly striving to gain the 



