HUNTING DAYS 



make sure and returned to the hedge, when I saw 

 Rarity's hackles go up and she dived into the ditch 

 and pinned him. He was a great greyhound of a 

 fox, and had all his teeth — not at all an old fox. 

 He went quite stiff the moment he was dead, and 

 stood up to face the hounds. Molyneux was sure 

 he was the same fox he viewed away from Badby 

 Wood. 



The time was two hours and five minutes from 

 find to kill, a fourteen-mile point and about twenty- 

 two miles as hounds ran. I think it was about 

 half-an-hour after entering Bucknells that we 

 killed, which shows how fast the pace had been. 

 If Garnish and Gaylass were the hounds his 

 Lordship saw in the wood they had never left the 

 line for a second. Not a hound was missing. 



I am sorry I cannot tell you much about the 

 people. When one is hunting hounds one has no 

 time or thought for anything else. I was luckily 

 on one of the best horses I ever rode, called 

 Starlight, who was quite fresh at the end, as were 

 the two whips', which speaks well for Mr. Gibbs, 

 the kennel studsman. Not a single second horse 

 arrived at the kill. They had all waited at Preston 

 Capes. 



I remember his Lordship kept the mask and gave 

 Lady Dalmeny the brush, and Mr. Tweed, Mrs. 

 Borrett, Mr. Romer Williams and Captain 

 Elmhirst got the pads. The last two came up from 

 Wapping Village just as we killed. I saw Captain 



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