With the Pytchley, 1 07 



carry me across the Pytchley country. Amongst the 

 number was an Irish pony, little more than thirteen 

 hands high, with a lovely head and neck, and good 

 shoulders, a perfect picture, and I was told a perfect 

 hunter, up to great weight, and a beautiful goer, and 

 no money will buy him. 



After inspecting the stud I am taken to the farm, 

 which is about half a mile from the town, in the 

 direction of Dunchurch. The farm buildings and 

 range of stabling were also designed and built by Mr. 

 Darby. No expense has been spared in the con- 

 struction, and they are perfect in every respect. Not 

 a shilling has been unnecessarily expended, and 

 though they are a very costly range of buildings, you 

 can see the money^s worth in the shape of conveni- 

 ence and durability. The carthorse stable is a pat- 

 tern to farmers, who frequently keep their horses in 

 places only fit for pigs, without any attention to the 

 cleanliness or comfort of their animals. The land is 

 nearly all laid down with grass and richly manured, 

 and the result is shown in the well-filled rickyards. 



A prime lot of fat beasts, which had just been sold 

 at something like £36 a head, gave me an assurance 

 that we were not entirely dependent at present on 

 America for our supply of beef. The neatness of the 

 fences, the fine view over the splendid hunting coun- 

 try, all combine to make this a most valuable and 

 desirable property, and place that will well repay a visit 

 from any landlord who wishes to improve his property 

 by a judicious outlay of capital. 



The reflection that crossed my mind on seeing the 

 meet at Crick, and considering the amount of capital 

 that was represented in the form of hounds and horses. 



