. The Sportsman's cabinet, and town and country magazine. , For he rode like a huntsman, and had them in view. 7iear Chester, Feb. 9, 1833. THE RUN. Over the brook towards Chplmon-deston, bending to the left, went downover Whettenhall Green, and left thewood to the left; straight as she couldgo over Darnhall, without ever enteringa cover, to Weaver Hall, crossed theAsh Brook, just above the bridge, andoff towards MinshuU; then, bending tothe right, went through the end ofWhettenhall Wood, and nearly up toLittle Bud worth ; she then turned to theright towards Over, and still inclining to the ri
. The Sportsman's cabinet, and town and country magazine. , For he rode like a huntsman, and had them in view. 7iear Chester, Feb. 9, 1833. THE RUN. Over the brook towards Chplmon-deston, bending to the left, went downover Whettenhall Green, and left thewood to the left; straight as she couldgo over Darnhall, without ever enteringa cover, to Weaver Hall, crossed theAsh Brook, just above the bridge, andoff towards MinshuU; then, bending tothe right, went through the end ofWhettenhall Wood, and nearly up toLittle Bud worth ; she then turned to theright towards Over, and still inclining to the right came down to Darn Hall;and about a field before she got toWhettenhall Wood the ladies ran up totheir fox, going down the headland of agrass field ; when, I assure you, as soonas some five or six of us got withintwenty yards of the spot, we made theair resound Avith the joyful sound ofwhoo-whoop!—One hour and ten mi-nutes, a killing pace. Looking round Isaw Mens faces red as coats,Horses minus beans and oats. * The bitch pack. f The huntsmans Y^. Tz >^ V Town and Country Magazine* 163 There was a new sportsman out to- fore certainly, but never saw him go soday. I have seen him after hounds be- well:—I mean Young T—■— O to my surprise, Chargd every fence, no matter size :He has this day, I tell no himself with hunting glory. ^ On our return we were much amusedfor two or three miles, with seeing firstone man in his scarlet riding a carthorse .with gears on (out of a plough),to a farm house for help to get his blownhorse out of a dish (as the Baron callsit) ; half a mile further, a young gen-tleman standing coolly in a field lookinground, but not knowing which way tocast his eye to find his horse, which hadvery unceremoniously wished him goodday about an hour before; others lead-ing their horses out of the inclosuresinto the lanes, not daring to ride themover a fence. About ten minutes beforewe killed, the Baron came by the side of me, crying a
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