244 Tally ho. 



where we lose our fox^ after a capital burst over a 

 considerable part of tlie cream of the Pytchley country, 

 the run lasting for thirty-five minutes. So heavy was 

 the mist that when the hounds came to a check I 

 thought I had lost them ; but as the cloud of steam 

 from the horses around me cleared away, I found they 

 were within twenty yards of me. 



Had it not been for the gloominess of the day, this 

 would have been a most enjoyable run ; but, neverthe- 

 less, the gallop on such a clinker as that I was riding 

 was to me a very pleasant entertainment, the weather 

 notwithstanding. After this the hounds were taken 

 back to Hillmorton Cover, where the}^ speedily found 

 another fox, which went away through the fog at a 

 slapping pace ; but whither we ran it is impossible for 

 me to say, as the atmosphere was denser than ever. I 

 therefore pulled up, and, falling in with Mr. Fitt, who 

 is so well known to all hunting in these parts, and Mr. 

 Heysham, who appeared to know every stone in the 

 road, I was enabled to find my way back to Rugby. 

 Had it not been for the assistance of these able pilots, 

 I might have been wandering at this present time 

 through the mazes of the Midland counties. 



Having hunted with the Atherstone, the Pytchley, 

 and the North Warwickshire Hounds, I came to the 

 conclusion that any person not having made up his 

 mind where to locate himself after the Christmas holi- 

 days, and when the frost had given, could not do 

 better than make Rugby his head-quarters. The 

 North- Western Railway ofi"ering great facilities and 

 Rugby Station being on the main line, a two hours' 

 journey lands you at your destination. 



Season, or rather hunting tickets, are issued on 



