314 Tally ho. 



whicli used always to be a sure find, and draw for 

 some while without success; but at length, as the 

 hounds had nearly gone through the cover, a holloa 

 back is heard, and a fine old fox is viewed cfoing 

 away ; the hounds are speedily laid on, and we gallop 

 at a smart pace in the direction of Belhus Park, the 

 seat of Sir Thomas Barret Lennard; but there is 

 little scent, and we speedily come to a check outside 

 of the park pailings ; a holloa, however, is heard, and 

 Mr. White lifts his hounds to it, and they pick up the 

 scent and hunt our fox through the park bit by bit, 

 beneath the shade of venerable oaks, amidst groups of 

 ancient hawthorns, and over the glorious turf, which 

 rides like a lawn, scattering a noble herd of deer as 

 we pass along ; then going away from the park we 

 run for a while amidst the numerous covers, and 

 finally lose our fox after a brief and unsatisfactory run, 

 but a pleasant and enjoyable ride with these excellent 

 working hounds. Then we draw several other covers 

 near at hand, and in the vicinity of Belhus and Stifford, 

 trying Mallard's Gardens again, but this second time 

 unsuccessfully ; next, one that I was told was a sure 

 find, but not to-day, and we trot away for two or 

 three miles, and then turning into a gateway, and 

 crossing three or four heavy-riding fields, and having 

 several specimens of the true Essex steep bank and 

 big ditch to negotiate, we arrived at Puddle Dock, a 

 well-remembered and seldom failing place for a good, 

 wild, stout-running fox. " Halloo in there ! '' is 

 again the cheery and welcome sound that meets the 

 ear as the huntsman steadily moves through the thick 

 brushwood, and at length a view holloa is heard. 

 " Gone away, gone away ! '' is the cry at the extreme 



