50 Silk and Scarlet, 



Newman and Shawe ; he'd be made huntsman in 

 1816. Will Head was another of Shawe's whips, him 

 that hunted the Cheshire many years. He was a 

 great man with Lord Hastings. He's living at Lei- 

 The Marquis of cester now. Poor Lord Hastings, he was 

 Hastings. g^ terrible funny man about his weight — 

 never out of the scales. If he got above twelve stone, 

 he was for wanting a new stud ; often only one bit of 

 dry toast and ^g'g in a morning, for fear of putting 

 hisself up. How he did love hounds, to be sure ; 

 never away from the kennels, and drawing pictures of 

 Will Head in the them. Will Head and Will Derry was 



Oak Tree. great men with him. Will Head had a 

 chestnut they called Wroxton, and rode him eight 

 seasons. I never see such queer fore legs ; good un 

 to go, for all that, but bad at a brook ; a savage 

 beggar, never leave you if he could get at you. Once 

 Will gets took up into an oak-tree at Sheepheads, in 

 Charnwood Forest. He hung there, and this Wrox- 

 ton walks right from below him, and stops to look ; 

 there Will hung, but the horse never offered to touch 

 him. Will thought he'd have eat him that round ; 

 but he was as sensible as a Christian — wouldn't take 

 no wrong advantage. 



Mumford — him that hunted Sir Harry's hounds — 

 is dead. He was a good kennel-man, but no great 

 hand across country — no nerve at all. Beers and 

 Will Derry were his whips. Will hunted them two 

 seasons, when Mumford was ill. He died, they tell 

 me, not long back. He'd have told you a deal, if 



Shawe, the you had Seen him. Shawe was a prime 



Huntsman, fellow, quick, and plenty to say for him- 

 self ; never let his hounds lose him for lack of chir- 

 ruping ; and such a ready chap at an answer. He 

 used to say, " / don^t want whip or horn, but as many 

 pairs of spurs as you like!' He was groom to Lord 

 Moira once. Such an uncommon beautiful voice. 

 He bred the hounds a deal higher than Mr. Newman 



