5 2 Tally ho, 



gallop up is Lady Florence Dixie, on tMs occasion 

 driving a tandem at a rattling pace, and looking none 

 the worse for her spill on Wednesday, and I after- 

 wards see her on a big bay horse, ^^ a tower of strength, 

 with a promise of speed,^^ and I recognise him as one 

 of the stud of Sir John Kaye which I had seen yester- 

 day. Next to put in an appearance are Lady Wolverton 

 and The Hon. Mrs. A¥hyte-Melville in a carriage, Mrs. 

 Stanley, the two Misses Markham, accompanied by 

 their father. Major Markham, and his son; Lord 

 Wolverton, on a clipper — a bay horse, which I am 

 told goes like a bird at the tail of his lordship^s blood- 

 hounds when they go the pace ; Major Whyte-Melville, 

 on a favourite chestnut mare ; a lady whose name I am 

 unacquainted with, training up her little boy in the 

 way he should go, entering him young, so that when 

 he grows to man^s estate he may be a shining light 

 in the Quorn country; Mr. Lubbock, Mr. G. B. 

 Parker, Captain Farley Turner, Captain Hartopp, Mr. 

 Chandos Pole, Cap tarn Smith, Mr. Younger and his 

 son, Mr. Black, and Mr. Burbige. 



Time is up, and away goes Tom Firr and his hounds 

 at a rattling pace to Gartree Hill, a beautiful cover, 

 placed like many others in Leicestershire, on the slope 

 of a hill, from the top of which a view is aflPorded of 

 every point from which a fox can break. " Halloo in ! 

 Halloo in ! ^^ cries the huntsman, and the hounds 

 draw steadily and well. Following Mr. Burbige, who 

 knows his way about — as he should after upwards of 

 half a century's experience — I mount the hill; then 

 a hound speaks, and a fox is viewed across the ride, 

 running back to the hounds. At him they go with 

 a will, a rattling view-halloo is heard in the vale, and 



