66 Tally ho. 



Coates, Jolin Spicer, and many more, are usually found 

 in tlie front rank during a good run. The '^ field/' in 

 all, consisted of somewhere about 200, many wearing 

 the aristocratic uniform of the Hunt, others in scarlet, 

 and all well mounted, presenting a brilliant sight, seen 

 on a glorious day such as would have been worthy of 

 May. 



Foss Lodge is the property of Sir John Neeld, and 

 is well stocked with foxes. But little time is wasted, 

 and Lord Worcester halloos his hounds in cover. 

 Soon a challenge is heard; the pack is in full cry, and 

 the fox breaks away, reaching an adjacent cover in a 

 few minutes, where they run into him. Then we 

 draw in the direction of Grittleton House, and a view- 

 halloo is soon heard, and a fox goes away as if he 

 meant business, but, changing his tactics, he runs a 

 short ring, and then doubles back and makes his way 

 to the cover where he was found. 



Having the good fortune to be well placed, I had an 

 admirable opportunity of seeing the dashing style of 

 the Duke's hounds as they raced after reynard until he 

 got home. But the cover is soon made too hot for him, 

 and he bolts again, giving me another opportunity of 

 seeing the dash of the pack as they streamed along in 

 full cry. 



" Beautiful, isn't it, sir," says an old man mounted 

 on an ancient pony — a used-up " whip," apparently — 

 who seemed thoroughly to enjoy the sport. Then they 

 rattle the fox round the corner. Lord Worcester leav- 

 ing his hounds to do the work themselves, his voice 

 only being heard occasionally. The fox crosses the 

 ride within a few feet of my horse, and again they are 

 at him. Once more he bolts, but is headed back, and. 



