282 Silk and Scarlet, 



but we care not to enquire whether theirs were of the 

 number."^ 



Foxes had become sadly short ; but in Mr. Mor- 

 land's last season, John Jones had drawn Buscot no 

 less than twenty-one times, and found them as good 

 there as in Mr. Pryse Pryse's day. The services of 

 " Jack" were in due course transferred to Mr. Morrell, 

 and twenty-four couple of his old favourites came 

 along with him to the Tubney kennels. Mr. Morland's 

 blood ran back a good deal to Drake's Marksman, 

 Wyndham's Warrior, and Osbaldeston's Merryman. 

 The crosses of Assheton Smith and Wyndham blood 

 in Saffron and Fairy, and Traveller and Rarity, were 

 very strong ; and Mr. Morrell was rewarded for his 

 allegiance to Morland's Warrior of the Old Berkshire 

 Whirlwind sort, by the entry of Foreman from Faith- 

 ful, a great finder ; while Horlock's Statesman did 

 him no small service with Famous and Filagree from 

 old Friendly. In his first summer he entered three- 

 and-twenty couple, taking half Mr. Drake's draft, with 

 Mr. A. Thompson, who then hunted the Atherstone ; 

 and casting one's eye down the sire line alone, in that 

 pleasant-looking thin scarlet octavo, which records the 

 Tubney history of his ten seasons, we find a strong 

 infusion, during John Jones's day, of Drake's Bobadil 

 and Duster, as well as the Southampton Truant and 

 Archer sort ; while Clark's era is marked by a leaning 

 to the Fitzhardinge and Beaufort kennels. 



The reigns of these huntsmen are embodied by 



* Scotland can tell an anecdote of John and his old master, when the 

 former hunted the Fife. John had missed his second horse, and Char- 

 lotte, the mare on which Mr. Grant painted him, had fallen quite 

 beaten at a fence out of a wheat-field, after thirty minutes with a second 

 fox. '' What for Charlotte, now, John?'' called his lordship. "-One 

 hundred and thirty, my lord.'' " What! is that the lowest ? she' II get up 

 no fnore." ''No less, my lord." ''But the mare 'II die." "No she 

 wont, my lord." " Well, I'll have her, dead or alive!" And after lying 

 twenty minutes, up she got again ; and that was the way John parted 

 with Charlotte. 



