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men at the side of this very cover. That Wright I 

 was telling you of, this was his farm we're Goodrickes 

 driving over. There's a litter of foxes in Gorse. 

 it this year. I'm glad of it. They talked of doing 

 away with it ; it's been blank so often. There'll be 

 some seventeen acres of this cover. When I first 

 knew those trees round it, they were no higher than 

 my knee, now they're toppers. We'll pull up at this 

 gate. There you've just got a proper view of the 

 covers. Yonder's Ashby Pasture, right on there. 

 Well, I never did see so much keep in the country. 

 My eyes ! what a crop of peas ! You wouldn't like 

 any farming remarks ? 



That's " The Great City," just below you — Welby ; 

 some people call it that. See what a funny old 

 church ! There's not half-a-dozen houses in the 

 parish. Over there's Six Hills. I've known 'em come 

 from Shoby Scholes, right over all this fine country to 

 Belvoir. Look, what a nice view you get of that 

 great church now ! That's Goodyer's Gorse, just over 

 the hill. Old Mr. Goodyer made it. I The late Mr. 

 knew him well ; he was a terrible keen Goodyer. 

 foxhunter ; like the stay of Melton at that time. 

 That's his house where Mr. Coventry is now : where 

 Sir Harry lived. He made a terrible noise out hunt- 

 ing ; he used to enjoy it so ; he'd holler the moment 

 he could ; gruff rather, but very good language, only 

 so noisy. He was a great cock breeder; fight with 

 anybody. He always rode in yellow breeches, and a 

 groom's scarlet coat, with great laps, and a white 

 collar ; his hat was as round as a plate ; he'd cuff 

 along uncommon ; heavyish man ; such a droll good 

 sort of fellow ; he made the gentlemen laugh ; he was 

 particklar noticed for hollering, all in fun ; he was a 

 quiet man enough ; it raised his spirits so, but he never 

 spoiled no hunting. 



I used to come here reg'lar to practise in the 

 season. That's a nice little brook. Many's the time 



