Chapter X: Y. Z (2)

January 17th.—The Manchester Handicap Steeplechase of 200
sovs.; two miles.
Mr. C. Bower Ismay’s b. h. Theodocion, by
Marcion—Minthe, aged, 12st. 3lb. A. Newey 1
Mr. C. R. Hodgson’s b. m. Do be Quick, 6 yrs., 11st.
13lb. Mr. Payne 2
Mr. A. Coats’ b. m. Felspar, 6 yrs., 11st. 6lb. R. Cowe 3
3 to 1 agst. Theodocion.

January 18th.—The Cheshire Hurdle Race of 200 sovs.; two
miles.
Sir Peter Walker’s b. g. St. Evremonde, by St.
Frusquin—Ejector, 6 yrs., 11st. 11lb. E. Sullivan 1
Mr. J. Tait’s br. m. Adelia, 5 yrs., 10st, 11lb. E. Driscoll 2
Mr. F. Straker’s ch. m. Consequence, 6 yrs., 11st.
8lb. M. Phelan 3
9 to 2 agst. St. Evremonde.

HURST PARK.

January 19th.—The New Year Handicap Hurdle Race of 150
sovs.; two miles.
Mr. A. Stedall’s b. g. Rassendyl, by Loved
One—Princess, aged, 11st. 9lb. J. Dillon 1
Mr. H. Rich’s ch. g. Hopeless II., 6 yrs., 10st. G.
11lb. Williamson 2
Mr. E. Christie Miller’s br. h. St. John’s Wood, 6 Mr. W.
yrs., 11st. Bulteel 3
5 to 1 agst. Rassendyl.

January 20th.—The Middlesex Handicap Steeplechase of 150
sovs.; two miles.
Mr. P. Gleeson’s b. h. Lord of the Level, by
Macheath—Mome d’Amour, 6 yrs., 11st. 8lb. F. Mason 1
Col. R. L. Birkin’s b. g. Springbok, 5yrs., 11st. Mr. R.
5lb. Payne 2
Mr. T. W. Blenkiron’s b. f. Queen’s Scholar, 5 yrs.,
10st. 9lb. J. Dillon 3
2 to 1 agst. Lord of the Level.

NOTTINGHAM JANUARY MEETING.

January 30th.—The Nottinghamshire Handicap Steeplechase
of 400 sovs.; two miles.
Mr. J. Gordon Houghton’s b. g. Desert Chief, by
Spahi—Genista, by Exminster, aged, 12st. 12lb. R. Chadwick 1
Mr. F. Bibby’s ch. h. Wild Boer, 6 yrs., 10st. 8lb. F. Mason 2
Mr. P. Cullinan’s b. m. Little May II., aged, 10st.
3lb. Mr. Walker 3
13 to 8 on Desert Chief.

GATWICK SECOND JANUARY.

January 31st.—The Tantivy Steeplechase of 500 sovs.; two
miles.
Mr. T. Clyde’s br. g. Sachem, by Noble
Chieftain—Talavera, 5 yrs., 11st. 10lb. J. O’Brien 1
Sir Henry Randall’s b. c. Frisky Bill, 4 yrs., 10st.
10lb. J. Dillon 2
Prince Hatzfeldt’s ch. g. Rathvale, 5 yrs., 12st.
1lb. W. Morgan 3
9 to 4 agst. Sachem.

The Surrey Steeplechase (Handicap) of 209 sovs.; two
miles.
Mr. C. Hibbert’s b. h. Royal Rouge, by Florizel J.
II—Red Enamel, aged, 11st. Nightingall 1
Prince Hatzfeldt’s b. g. Cossack Post, aged, 12st. Hon. A.
1lb. Hastings 2
C. T. Garland’s b. or br. m. Sudden Rise, 6yrs.,
11st. 12lb. W. Morgan 3
8 to 1 agst. Royal Rouge.

February 1st.—The Stewards’ Steeplechase Handicap of 200
sovs.; three miles and a half.
Mr. C. R. Hodgson’s b. m. Do be Quick, by Mr. R.
Speed—Danska, 6 yrs., 12st. 1lb. Payne 1
Major M. H. Tristram’s Shaun Aboo, aged, 11st. 6lb. Mr. W.
Bulteel 2
Prince Hatzfeldt’s Deerslayer, aged, 11st. 5lb. Hon. A.
Hastings 3
2 to 1 agst. Do be Quick.

The International Hurdle Race (Handicap) of 500 sovs.;
two miles.
Mr. Thompson’s ch. h. Leviathan, by
Isinglass—Galiana, aged, 11st. 12lb. G. Wilson 1
Mr. Robert Campbell’s ch. g. St. Enogat, aged, 10st.
9lb. F. Mason 2
Sir S. Scott’s b. g. Series, 6 yrs., 10st. 11lb. H. Aylin 3
8 to 1 agst. Leviathan.

The Brook Hurdle Race of 200 sovs.; two miles.
Lord Londonderry’s b. g. St. Florentin, by St.
Simon—Wise Flower, 4 yrs., 10st. T. Fitton 1
Mr. Edmund Lamb’s b. g. Ancaster, 6 yrs., 11st. M. J. Harty 2
Capt. F. Bald’s b. g. Rosebury, 5 yrs., 10st. 10lb. F. Mason 3
9 to 4 agst. St. Florentin.

KEMPTON PARK.

February 2nd.—The Middlesex Hurdle Race of 500 sovs.; two
miles.
Sir Peter Walker’s b. f. Therapia, by
Tarporley—Rosemount, 4 yrs. 10st. 4lb. E. Sullivan 1
Mr. F. W. Phillips’ ch. h. The Chair, 6 yrs., 11st. W. T.
11lb. Morgan 2
Mr. Imber’s b. h. Sandboy, 6 yrs., 11st. 11lb. J. Hare 3
100 to 12 agst. Therapia.

February 3rd.—The Coventry Handicap Steeplechase of 500
sovs.; two miles.
Mr. J. S. Morrison’s b. g. John M.P., by
Britannic—Guiding Star, aged, 12st. 2lb. W. Taylor 1
Mr. F. Bibby’s b. g. Comfit, aged, 11st. F. Mason 2
Capt. Michael Hughes’ b. g. Vaerdalen, 5 yrs., 11st.
8lb. M. Harty 3
3 to 1 agst. John M.P.

SANDOWN PARK.

February 9th.—The Sandown Grand Prize of 300 sovs.; two
miles.
Mr. A. Stedall’s b. g. Rassendyl, by Loved
One—Princess, aged, 12st. 7lb. J. Dillon 1
Mr. W. J. Crook’s b. g. Henley, 5 yrs., 11st. 1lb. L. Sherwood 2
Mr. C. Bower Ismay’s Theodocion, aged, 11st. 4lb. A. Newey 3
4 to 1 agst. Rassendyl.

The February Four-year-old Hurdle Race of 200 sovs.; two
miles.
Sir H. Randall’s ch. g. Magic Lad, by J.
Common—Grammarge, 10st. 10lb. Nightingall 1
Mr. R. Combe’s b. g. Cadwal, 10st, 10lb. H. Aylin 2
Major E. Loder’s b. c. Maggio, 10st. 2lb. A. Anthony 3
100 to 12 agst. Magic Lad.

February 10th.—The Prince of Wales’s Steeplechase of 172
sovs.; three miles and a half.
Lord Sefton’s b. g. Canter Home, by
Retreat—Canterbury, aged, 10st. 12lb. E. Driscoll 1
Mr. Hamilton Langley’s bl. g. Brian Born, aged, 11st. Mr. P.
1lb. Whitaker 2
7 to 4 agst. Canter Home.

MANCHESTER FEBRUARY.

February 12th.—The February Handicap Steeplechase of 200
sovs.; three miles.
Mr. John Widger’s b. m. Northern Light IV., by
Blairfinde—False Dawn, aged, 10st. 11lb. (car. Mr. J.
11st.) Widger 1
Sir Peter Walker’s bl. g. Royal Drake, aged, 12st.
41b. E. Sullivan 2
Mr. S. Pickering’s b. m. Johnstown Lass, aged, 10st.
10lb. H. Aylin 3
7 to 4 agst. Northern Light IV.

The Broughton Hurdle Race (Handicap) of 200 sovs.; two
miles.
Mr. R. B. Henry’s ch. g. Moonstruck, by
Massacre—Diana, 6 yrs., 11st. 10lb. F. Mason 1
Sir Peter Walker’s b. g. St. Evremonde, 6 yrs., 11st.
12lb. E. Sullivan 2
Mr. J. Croxton’s b. g. Rapt, 5 yrs., 10st. 9lb. G. Knowles 3
9 to 4 agst. Moonstruck.

ROYAL WINDSOR FEBRUARY.

February 14th.—The Bracknell Handicap Hurdle Race of 200
sovs.; two miles.
Mr. E. J. Percy’s bl. f. Black Mingo, by Cherry
Tree—Calista, 5 yrs., 10st. 2lb. F. Mason 1
Mr. A. Hamblin’s ch. c. Orison, 4 yrs., 10st. 5lb A. Birch 2
Major Joicey’s ch. h. Plum Pecker, 6 yrs., 10st. 1lb E. Driscoll 3
6 to 1 agst. Black Mingo.

February 15th.—The Royal Handicap Steeplechase of 200
sovs.; three miles.
Mr. G. Auckland’s b. h. Drumkerrin, by Speed, dam by Mr. W.
Castlereagh—Sister to Rufus, 6 yrs., 11st. Bulteel 1
Mr. F. White’s br. g. Shaun Dhuv, aged, 11st. 4lb. E. Driscoll 2
Mr. J. W. King’s ch. m. Countenance, aged, 10st. 3lb. J. Simms 3
4 to 1 agst. Drumkerrin.

FOOTBALL.

January 20th.—At Cambridge, the University v. London Scottish,
latter won by 30 points to 8.*

January 20th.—At Richmond, Richmond v. Blackheath, latter won by a
try to 0.*

January 22nd.—At Oxford, the University v. Woolwich Arsenal, latter
won by 4 goals to 0.†

January 22nd.—At Leeds, North v. South, latter won by 2 goals to 0.†

January 24th.—At Oxford, the University v. Casuals, former won by 4
goals to 2.†

January 24th.—At Cambridge, the University v. Tottenham Hotspur,
former won by 3 goals to 1.†

January 27th.—At Cambridge, the University v. Casuals, former won by
3 goals to 0.†

January 27th.—At Richmond, Richmond v. Oxford University, latter won
by 4 goals to 2 goals 1 try.*

January 27th.—At Richmond, London Scottish v. Harlequins, former won
by 2 tries to 1.*

January 27th.—At Cardiff, Cardiff v. Blackheath, former won by 2
goals 2 tries to 0.*

January 27th.—At Queen’s Club, Corinthians v. Oxford University,
former won by 4 goals to 0.†

January 29th.—At Oxford, the University v. Oxford City, latter won
by 3 goals to 2.†

January 31st.—At Oxford, the University v. Guy’s Hospital, former
won by 16 points to 15.*

February 3rd.—At Oxford, the University v. Lennox, former won by 24
points to 9.*

February 3rd.—At Cardiff, Wales v. Scotland, former won by 9 points
to 3.*

February 3rd.—At Queen’s Club, Corinthians v. Manchester City,
former won by 4 goals to 1.†

February 3rd.—At Richmond, Richmond v. Cambridge University, latter
won by 3 goals 3 tries to 1 try.*

February 3rd.—At Leyton, Old Reptonians v. Oxford University, latter
won by 1 goal to 0.†

February 3rd.—At Blackheath, Blackheath v. Harlequins, former won by
2 goals 3 tries to 3 goals.*

February 3rd.—At Richmond, London Scottish v. London Welsh, latter
won by 7 points to 0.*

February 5th.—At Oxford, the University v. The Navy, former won by 5
goals to 0.†

February 7th.—At Queen’s Club, Old Malvernians v. Oxford University,
latter won by 7 goals to 0.†

February 10th.—At Leicester, England v. Ireland, latter won by 2
goals 2 tries to 2 tries.*

February 10th.—At Oxford, The University v. West Norwood, former won
by 2 goals to 0.†

February 10th.—At Blackheath, Blackheath v. London Irish, former won
by 1 goal 1 try to 1 try.*

February 10th.—At Cardiff, Cardiff v. Moseley, former won by 4 goals
4 tries to 0.*

February 10th.—At Richmond, Richmond v. Rosslyn Park, latter won by
1 goal 1 try to 1 try.*

February 12th.—At Cambridge, The University v. North of Ireland,
former won by 6 placed goals 1 penalty goal and 4 tries to 0.*

* Under Rugby Rules.

† Under Association Rules.

PIGEON SHOOTING.

January 30th.—At Monte Carlo, the Grande Poule d’Essai, Mr. H.
Roberts won the gold medal, and divided first and second with
Count Chiericati.

February 8th.—At Monte Carlo, the Grand Prix du Casino, Signor H.
Grasselli won.

February 10th.—Mr. Greig won the Prix de Monte Carlo Handicap.

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Footnote 4:

The normal temperature of the dog is 101·4°.—EDITOR.

Footnote 5:

“The Foxhounds of Great Britain.” Edited by Sir Humphrey de Trafford,
Bart., and published by Walter Southwood and Co., 30, Craven Street,
Strand, London. Price, £5 5s.

Footnote 6:

John Wisden’s _Cricketers’ Almanack_ for 1906. Edited by Sydney H.
Pardon. Forty-third edition. London: Published and sold by John Wisden
and Co., 21, Cranbourn Street, W.C. Price 1s.

Footnote 7:

“The Horse: Its Treatment in Health and Disease.” Edited by Professor
J. Wortley Axe, M.R.C.V.S. Divisional Volume II. The Gresham
Publishing Company.

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CONTENTS.

PAGE Sporting Diary for the Month v. Mr. Henry Hawkins 259 Recollections of Seventy-five Years’ Sport—II 260 In Memoriam—The late Captain J. T. R. Lane Fox 265 Spring Trout and Spring Weather 266 The Towered Bird 268 Hunt “Runners”—IV. (Illustrated) 272 “The Old Horse” 276 Some Novelties in the Laws of Croquet 279 True Fishing Stories 283 A Hundred Years Ago 287 The Borzoi (Illustrated) 289 Some Sport in the Transvaal in 1878 292 A Song of Homage (Verses) 299 Herod Blood 300 The Last of the Bitterns 303 The Spring Horse Shows (Illustrated) 305 The Sportsman’s Library (Illustrated) 317 “Our Van”:— Racing 320 Hunting 323 Hunting in Yorkshire 327 American _v._ English Foxhound Match 329 Breeding of Thoroughbreds 329 Polo in the United States 330 The M.C.C. Cricketers in South Africa 330 Death of Richard Humphrey 332 Death of Mr. E. H. Buckland 333 Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race 334 Cross-country Racing 336 Golf 337 “The Voysey Inheritance” at the Court Theatre 338 Sporting Intelligence 339

WITH ENGRAVED PORTRAIT OF MR. HENRY HAWKINS.

Mr. Henry Hawkins.

The subject of our portrait, Mr. Henry Hawkins, of Everdon Hall, near Daventry, was born at Kegworth, Leicestershire, in the year 1876. All his life he has been devoted to field sports of every description, and has played cricket seriously since he first captained the eleven of his preparatory school at the age of ten years. Since 1901 he has played for the county of Northamptonshire, and was one of those selected to play against the Australians in August last; he also plays for M.C.C., Warwickshire Gentlemen, and other clubs.

For some years he went in for racing with no small amount of success, owning Alpha, Hottentot, Bellamina, Stella III., and other well-known steeplechase horses, but he has nothing in training at the present time.

It was in the year 1901 that Mr. Hawkins purchased his pack of harriers from Mr. Horsey, and he has now hunted them at his own expense for more than five seasons over the beautiful vale which surrounds Everdon. In the Pytchley, as in every other country, much depends on the good-will of the farmers, and with the farmers Mr. Hawkins is a great favourite. He is a thorough good all-round sportsman, and is, in fact, immensely popular with every one with whom hunting brings him into contact. He has brought his pack, which consists of thirty couple of hounds, all in the Stud Book, to a fine state of perfection, and has taken the highest honours at Peterborough. Last season they accounted for more than twenty couple of hares, and this year bid fair to exceed the average, for they have been showing most continuous and wonderful sport.

Recollections of Seventy-five Years’ Sport.
II.

I seldom brought home a tired horse or had a fall. My good fortune in the latter respect I attribute much to the practice adopted early in life of riding steadily at fences other than water. Only men without nerve go fast at their fences. One day with the Pytchley, jumping a fence uphill, the ground broke away on the take-off, and my horse fell back on me in the ditch. We had to be dug out. I had the misfortune to lose a very fine horse close to Thorpe Trussels. Jumping quite a small fence, he dropped his hind-legs in a grip on landing and broke his back. I lost another good one (a mare) by a somewhat unusual accident. Alighting on rotten ground over a very ordinary fence, she snapped a fore-leg, and of course had to be destroyed.

One can take liberties with a sensible horse. In a run with the Pytchley one day hounds crossed the Welland, and a man tried to ride over a board footbridge. When he got to the middle one of the planks broke and he and his horse fell into the river. Riding a horse of the sensible sort, I gave him his head to follow; he stepped nicely across the open space, and we had the rest of the run up to Loatland Wood to ourselves.

The Leicestershire farmers were rare good sportsmen. Once during a gallop with Mr. Tailby’s across the oxers near Market Harborough my horse, a young one, fell and broke the curb bit. While I was putting matters to rights a yeoman came up, slipped off his horse, and seizing mine by the head put his own double bridle on it, saying, “Look at my horse, _he_ don’t want a bridle!” Certainly the horse had had enough for one day, but the fact does nothing to qualify the kindly thought that prompted his owner. The man was a tenant of Lord Willoughby de Broke’s; few but a Leicestershire yeoman would have done such a thing. Another anecdote to illustrate the same spirit:—

Riding along the Leicester and Uppingham road to draw the Billesdon Coplow one morning, “Cap.” Tomlin, the rough rider, pulled up and exclaimed, “Look here, gentlemen, you talk about riding; this fence (an ox fence) has been jumped into the road.” “Yes,” said Sir Walter Carew, “it has; and the man who jumped it is close to you.” The yeoman who owned the land, a good friend enough to hunting, made his fences very strong. On hearing who had jumped his ox fence he sent me a message, saying he hoped I would never come within the parish without coming to lunch with him. Most of the Leicestershire farmers gloried in the chase in those days. The enthusiasm of the people for a good horse was shown in a rather unusual way on one occasion. In a gallop up to Gumley Gorse the fox was headed by the foot people. I happened to arrive alone, and they seized my horse and kissed his face!

It is many years ago that our King, then Prince of Wales, while staying at Althorp, came to the meet of the Pytchley at Holmby House. Lord Spencer, thinking the horse His Royal Highness rode was rather too small for the big fences, offered him a nice one of his own, which was graciously accepted. In the course of the run the horse, to Lord Spencer’s horror, came down. The Prince, however, was up in a twinkling, and regaining his saddle was going again well in front, to the great delight of the Northamptonshire farmers.

Lord Cardigan was a very bold rider, and got some heavy falls. In a gallop with Sir Richard Sutton from Walton Holt, I jumped the white locked gate on Gumley Hill, and had the run to myself. Lord Cardigan and Colonel Steel, of the Guards, had very bad falls. Lord Cardigan told me afterwards that the whole front of his body was as black as coal. On another day, near the same place, he had a nasty fall in a ditch, his horse lying on him. Lord William Beresford, seeing his plight, stopped, and called on the Hon. and Rev. Robert Wilson to come and help, shouting, “He is not half a bad fellow, and it would be a pity if he died in a ditch.” They got to work, but Beresford found he could not get hold of Cardigan, and said so. “Pull me out by the nose if you like,” said the victim. The water was trickling over him, and without help it is very probable that he would have been drowned in the ditch.

_Apropos_ of falls, there was a little man with a very wry neck who used to bring some nice horses to hunt in Leicestershire. One day he had a fall, and was stunned. There were plenty of people at hand to help, and one man, who did not know him, took him by the head and began to pull at it in the kindly but mistaken endeavour to straighten his neck. This usage brought the poor man to his senses just in time. “Born so! Born so!” he exclaimed, feebly. Another pull would have broken his neck.

Among the good runs I call to mind are two in which, thanks to my horse, I had the fun all to myself. One was a splendid gallop across the Vale of Dunchurch without a check to ground on Barley Hill in the Pytchley country. I was entirely alone with the pack; and the field were so long coming up that I went home before any one arrived. It was several days before they discovered who it was had been with the hounds.

Another fine run was with the Cottesmore, when the hounds ran their fox without a check to mark him to ground in Horninghold Lordship, quite out of sight of the field. The earth being in the Quorn country, the fox had to be left.

When I lived in the Atherstone country I had a small stick covert at Bitteswell, a very sure find. Anstruther Thomson said I had made it too strong, but I told him it was my business to have a fox and his to get him out. As a matter of fact, foxes never hung there, though they seldom afforded good runs; the old foxes used to lie out in the hedgerows.

I told Jack that he would have better sport if he hunted the country thoroughly. He enquired what I considered would be “hunting it thoroughly,” and on my saying, “Drawing it blank,” he replied that he would draw me blank next season. I said I should be ready for him.

He came once a fortnight—no blanks.

The truth was, I had three earths, one natural and two artificial, and Jack never found out the latter. I always stopped the one most used, and put the others to in the morning. The last day of that season I stopped all three, which rather confused him and his hounds. This covert was very full of rabbits, which were caught in a pitfall, one side of it being wired in. I have known a fox to be caught in it.

One day, when hounds drew my stick covert, I lost my usual good start, as I was looking after the foot people. There was a good scent over the grass, and hounds ran hard, but being on a very fast horse I soon got up to them. Just in front of me a youth was going well till he came to a rough fence with daylight in only one place, where an ash tree had been cut down. His horse slipped on the roots and turned over into the ditch on the other side, heels uppermost. “For goodness sake,” he cried, when I asked him to let me come, “don’t ride over my horse.” There was no help for it; my horse cleared the inverted animal nicely, and I went on with hounds.

The young gentleman, however, thought he had a grievance, and, when the fox was killed, reported me to his uncle.

The uncle was a near neighbour of mine, and a good sportsman. He told me that his nephew over night had been “crabbing” the Atherstone men as the slowest set in all England, and thanked me for what I had done. “He will have a different tale to tell to-night,” he concluded.

In a run with the Pytchley a lady following me had a fall; hounds were running hard, but as she did not get out of the ditch I felt bound to go and help her. As I got near she jumped on to her horse, and I asked what she had been about. She said, “I don’t mind telling you, my hair came off.” She had beautiful hair of her own, and added the plaits which were commonly worn in those days.

In the Northampton race week there was a very early meet with the Pytchley at Cottesbrooke. The same lady came up to me and said, “I reckon you will get a good start this morning.” I said, “Yes, certainly,” and that with the wind where it was we should have to cross the stream, which was unjumpable. There was a bridle-gate in the middle of the ford, and I told her I meant to be in first, and if she was close up would hold the gate open for her. When we reached the gate I looked round; she was there, but without her hat. “Dear me, Mrs. A.,” I said, “What have you done with your hat?” “Lost it following you under that tree; and if this sort of thing goes on I shall soon lose my head,” she responded. The acting master, the Hon. C. Cust, made a turban for her out of his neck wrapper, and she hunted in it the rest of the day. The gate in the ford became blocked, and we had an enjoyable gallop.

If there was nice hunting weather at Assize time there was often difficulty in collecting a grand jury, and the judges threatened to fine us. Going to the meet one morning I fell in with a pompous old neighbour who was on his way to Assizes, and asked him, if my name should be called, to respectfully address the judge, and say that I regretted my non-attendance. “Some domestic affliction, no doubt,” said his lordship, and he passed me over, and fined several others.

One London season I took up a pretty young horse; he was always full of vitality and a pleasant mount in the country, but not suited to Rotten Row, as he used to strike with his fore-feet at other horses cantering towards him and frightened several young ladies. He seemed just the horse for a charger. I offered him to a vet, who had a commission to buy a chestnut horse for an officer, telling him he was more suited to a younger man than myself. He went on nicely for a while, and became the crack horse of the regiment. The day of inspection arrived. As he was passing the general at the head of his troop, with the view of making a proper display on the solemn occasion his rider touched him with the spur. He plunged violently, and hoisting his heels exuberantly, cast his rider at the feet of the general, amid the applause of the assembled multitude.

It was in 1831 that I bought the small pack of pure harriers kept at Shotesham. I hunted them for about twenty-five years at my own expense, and then sold them to the Earl of Albemarle and Colonel Unthank. The latter crossed the lot he purchased with the foxhound, and in my opinion spoilt them. I kept as clear of foxhound blood as I could, having only one or two old bitches from Sir Thomas Boughey all the time I hunted them. They were fast, but close hunters; mine was the silent system, rarely going to halloas, and the hounds were not too closely whipped in; extra work was the cure for unruly ones instead of whipcord. They were a capital working lot, and a good hare had not much chance if I wanted to kill her. The country is flat, consequently the hares made better points than they do where there are hills. They were scarce but stout, as only those that outstripped the greyhounds and lurchers were left alive in the greater part of my country.

At Sexton Wood, a fine covert hired by some farmers for shooting, a fox was constantly seen. One February, when the shooting season was over, I went to look for him. A large field was out, some in scarlet from Suffolk. I was a little chaffed, the men asking what I was going to do with the fox. I said I would make him ask for mercy before sunset, or, if the wind had anything to do with it, perhaps hunt him on to the top of one of their houses. As the wood was full of hares I had the fox driven out by men. He went away directly, but was headed back into the wood. I trotted to the other end at about the pace I thought he would travel, and he broke again near me. I got a good start with him up wind, and ran hard for a mile and a half, when he turned down wind; first check, thirty-five minutes. He ran down the middle ride of Earsham Wood with hares constantly crossing, but not a hound left the line. He crossed the river Waveney into Suffolk, was headed in Flixton Park, and turned back up wind over grass to the Waveney, fox and hounds all swimming the river together, and got into a boathouse. I waited till the field arrived, and they asked me if I had done with their fox. I told them to look in the boathouse, where the fox was hiding in the boat. They wanted me to kill him, but I refused, and had him turned into a coppice close by. After releasing the fox I asked the field to come and see hounds run a hare, as I must kill one to steady them for another day. They told me there was a splendid hare close by, often hunted by Mr. Chaston. As I was some miles out of my own country, I felt a difficulty about hunting her; but as they promised no harm should come of it, I gave way. As we entered the field she ran out at the far end; the hounds settled at once, and killed and ate her in twenty-one minutes. The field were well satisfied. They wanted me to keep some foxhounds, and I said I would if they would promise me foxes, which they failed to do.

I had several first-class gallops after outlying stags, almost always running up to them, but not trying to take them.

You ask about my shooting recollections. I have repeatedly killed 40, 50, and once over 60 couples of snipe on the Langley Marshes, by the side of the River Yare. In August, 1846, with Mr. Everard, of Gosberton, I killed 164 brace of grouse, and on the 27th of that month 103 brace by myself. As regards the match between Mr. Stirling Crawfurd and Mr. Osbaldeston, I “managed” for the former, Sir Richard Sutton performed the same office for the “Squire,” as he was called.

The match came off at Rufford Abbey, between the two Newmarket October meetings. Stirling Crawfurd gave him ten brace of partridges each day, on account of his being somewhat older. They shot two days, changing beats the second day. They tossed for choice of beats, both of which were good, but one not so good as the other. I won the toss and took the worst beat for the first day. Shooting began at eight o’clock, and the men shot till dark. We were beaten by a few brace on the first day, but on the second Crawfurd won the match by several brace to spare. Osbaldeston wanted to shoot it over again for a larger sum, on the condition they changed managers. Crawfurd was to walk all day, and Osbaldeston, if he liked, to ride; no driving. Sir Richard had some of the Duke of Rutland’s keepers, from Derbyshire, and some of his own keepers from Lynford, and his whippers-in from Quorn. He overdid it. I had only the head keeper’s son and walkers off the Rufford estate. Mr. Crawfurd gave the value of the stakes among them.

My pointers were bred from two animals given me when I was at college, by the then Lord Lonsdale, from his and another kennel, crossed with Mr. Moore’s, of Appleby. When I gave them up I sold every dog I had to the late Lord Wilton for £25 apiece.

Harking back to my athletic days when at college, I once jumped Mr. Rhodes, of Trinity, a match over water by the side of Trumpington Road and beat him. I believe, but am not quite sure, that my opponent was the father of the famous Cecil Rhodes.

When at Melton, years ago, Count Hugo Nostitz asked me to jump a match. Six jumps, each to choose three, and go first. If he did not clear it the other not to follow on. First jump both got over. I cleared all of Nostitz’s choosing. My second was the Melton Brook, with mud thrown out on the far side; I cleared brook and mud. Nostitz cleared the brook, but, to save falling back, had to put his arms up to his elbows in the black mud. My third pick was the brook again with a rail in front of it. The late Lord Lonsdale, mischievously inclined, told Nostitz to jump high enough (the worst advice he could give). He cleared the rail well, but alighted up to his armpits in the water.

Once he had rather a bad fall with hounds. We went to help him, as he did not get up, and asked him if he was much hurt. He said, “No, only a little more than usual.” He tried to get up, but could not for a while. He was as charming a young fellow as ever entered the town.

ROBERT FELLOWES.

In Memoriam.
THE LATE CAPTAIN J. T. R. LANE FOX.

A sportsman has been taken from amongst us last month in the person of Captain J. T. R. Lane Fox, the Master of the Bramham Moor Hounds, who could ill be spared; and in whose memory it is fitting that a few words should be said in your pages.

Captain Lane Fox was the second son of the late Mr. George Lane Fox, for many years master of the Bramham Moor pack, whose strong personality gave him a foremost place in Yorkshire and throughout the world of sport, as well as among English country gentlemen. Captain Lane Fox had therefore handed down to him a heritage of no mean character, when he succeeded his father ten years ago.

Having acted as his father’s deputy in the hunting field for the last few seasons of the old Squire’s life, his transition to the mastership came almost as a matter of course, and was universally welcomed by the most loyal set of sportsmen that we are acquainted with. Few such elegant yet determined horsemen are to be found nowadays as was the late Dick Lane Fox (as his familiars delighted to call him). From the day he left Eton and joined the Grenadier Guards, serving in Canada and riding many races and steeplechases there, until, on his retirement from the army, he settled down, on his marriage, in the confines of Bramham Park as his father’s right-hand man, he was the idol of all his friends and neighbours.

Unfortunately, he had experienced a bad fall whilst in Canada, which told upon his health and constitution ever afterwards. Indeed, this would have been the cause of banishing many less ardent sportsmen altogether from the hunting field, yet with the subject of our memoir it was not so. There were times when I have witnessed with admiration the pluck with which he seemed to triumph over his constitutional weakness. It was then a treat to see him go to hounds; such a superb seat, hands, and judgment as his made him conspicuous even in a large hard-riding field like the Bramham, and demonstrated his superb talents as a sportsman. It may well be said of Dick Lane Fox that from old Eton days, when I first enjoyed his friendship, down to the sad event of last month, that he never made an enemy but cemented many a friendship. He had above all a natural aversion to obtrusiveness, which prevented him often from doing himself justice; yet the shrewd, true-hearted Yorkshiremen knew him too well not to appreciate him as a country gentleman as well as a sportsman. He lived to see his eldest son George take his place in the hunting field in a way that he could not fail to be proud of; the veritable likeness of his grandfather; and beyond this, in spite of one defeat, he rejoiced to see him elected as M.P. for the Barkston Division of Yorkshire, after as big a fight as ever aroused the political feelings of that district.

Mrs. Lane Fox was a Milmay, of excellent sporting blood, and a devoted wife, who survives him, so that on both sides of the family the present inheritor of Bramham (one of the finest estates in broad Yorkshire) combines the makings of all that is best in the life of a country gentleman and a sportsman.

Personally I mourn, in conjunction with innumerable others, over the loss of a life-long friend, yet our sadness is tempered by the glad reflection that such an unsullied name, such a bright example, and such an ennobling compeer, should have gone to his rest so peaceably, and have left behind him a splendid well cared-for estate, and a descendant in every way worthy of upholding the fame of Bramham and its famous “25 couple,” and likely to fill yet another niche in the temple of fame amongst Yorkshire worthies.

BORDERER.

Spring Trout and Spring Weather.

Surely the spring trout-fisher is the most hopeful of all the sanguine and long-suffering brotherhood! How many bitter disappointments and how much bitter weather is required to convince one spring fly-fisher that he had better defer his attempts at sport till the blizzards are over?

Last spring was no worse than usual, but the feel of that cutting east wind still haunts my dreams, and, worse than all, the trout taken were both fewer and smaller than in the previous July on the same water.

Two days only out of six were really good, and even then the trout, though numerous and lively, averaged but little over the quarter of a pound. Certainly they took the blue upright with a will, and did not require much stalking, and now and then a nice half-pounder gave a really satisfactory bit of sport.

I see by my diary that the “coch y bondu” was almost as successful as the “blue upright,” and that dry-fly fishing was nearly useless so early in the season, though fish could often be seen rising on the smooth glides. Sometimes not a fin could be stirred for hours, so that one had plenty of leisure to note the exceptional beauty of the budding woods, and to listen to all the love-notes of the birds. When sport is lively all these things are only dimly felt, as heightening enjoyment. When trout are sulky, then we feel the difference between the silence and comparative gloom of late summer woods, and the joyous choruses of early spring; and nowhere is this more marked than among the lovely sylvan scenes on the banks of Somerset streams.

Among other advantages, water is generally plentiful and not too clear. In the wild uplands on the borders of the moor the bushes and brambles which line the streams are not yet developed into the impenetrable thickets that bar one’s progress in the summer, and many a spot then unfishable, even with the aid of waders, can now be reached at small cost of scratches.

I must confess that these inner sanctuaries did not yield me many victims, my basket on the day I went up the hills being the lightest of the week, and the fish the smallest.

Nevertheless, I think the Horner Woods stream, near Porlock, a charming spot, and worth another trial; for adverse winds may have been responsible for the poor sport. It is easy, I believe, for the fly-fisher to get leave on this water, and it is within a mile or two of Porlock. I cycled from Washford, the other side of Minehead, and found it a delightful ride. I think all anglers will find a cycle convenient in this district, as roads are fairly good, and distances from stream to stream often considerable. It is rather monotonous to fish one stream continually, and the change of scene and novel exercise heighten one’s pleasure. It also enables the angler to choose more comfortable quarters than might always be obtainable close to the fishing; for a run of a mile or two is of hardly any consequence, and it is not always that such rooms as were secured for us (within the precincts of Cleve Abbey) can be had.

This old ruin is close to the stream, and can be examined by the wandering angler at very little cost either of time or money. It is well worth a visit. Washford is the station, but it is within an easy ride of Minehead, where comfortable rooms and good attendance can always be had, and from whence excursions, by coach and boat, are continually going on to many of the loveliest parts of Somerset and Devon.

One disappointment experienced during this spring visit was perhaps not due to the time of year. A large and deep pool, formed by the stream right down on the seashore, had sometimes yielded capital sport in July, fish being large and plentiful, though very shy. Some shifting of the sands had now greatly reduced its depth, and the trout had almost deserted it, only two half-pounders falling to my flies. Last year several of the fish taken here were ¾ lb. or more, and the novelty of landing good trout (and not sea-trout) on the sands added to the charm. I have only done so once before, and that was hundreds of miles away, at the mouth of Crocket’s celebrated “Skyreburn,” in the north.

As it is possible that this sea-pool may have improved again this spring, I advise any angler who finds himself near to give it a careful trial, especially if there is a strong wind blowing; for this greatly increases one’s chances. Curiously enough, a little black gnat is the best fly here, but it is worth while to try larger flies if weather is rough. I think that many of the mouths of trout-streams might be fished carefully with good effect, the trout being often larger and better fed than those in the stream itself. Probably they often go a little way out to sea, and get shrimps, &c., in certain states of the tide. At the worst it is a pleasant change to cast a long line over broad water, after being somewhat cramped and hampered in a narrow and much bushed stream. It must be remembered that permission is required from the local landowners for these parts of the streams, as well as for the upper waters.

J. PAUL TAYLOR.

The Towered Bird.

For upwards of twenty years it has been asserted that no towered bird has been hit only in the head. It has become quite an article of faith with some people that every towered bird is stifled by wounds or blood in the organs of respiration. Quite lately it has been stated that it has often been said that towering has been caused by a shot on the head, but that this is never the case.

The writer has often fallen into this supposed error himself, and has gone very fully into the subject. It is not only a very interesting question in itself, but one that sportsmen should not be misled about. At the last retriever trials there was reported to be a “towered bird,” and upon the dog being sent for it a field away he found it quickly, but the towered bird rose again and flew away, followed by the keeper’s remark, that it was “a very lively dead bird.”

This shows that not all keepers are aware that towerers are not always dead birds when they fall; for this keeper was surprised when the towerer rose again; but I noticed that the judges were quite satisfied that the escaped partridge was identical with “the towerer.” They did not set the dog to hunt again, but turned their backs on the scene of action, and credited the dog (which happened to win the stake) with the find.

That bird had been hit in the head, not in the lungs, and he towered in consequence. If he had been also wounded in the lungs he would have died at the apex of his flight—they always do. It may be asked how I know this, and my reply must be that I know it from the examination of many towered birds of different kinds. Of course, I make no claim to be telling experienced sportsmen anything they do not know already. I am well aware that very many do know it, because I have gone out of my way to ask them; but I think there is occasion for dealing fully with a subject that has been misunderstood for twenty years.

This being so, I propose to glance, briefly, at the varying behaviour of game when struck in different parts of the body; and this seems to be all the more necessary, as wrong information is sure to cause many a fruitless search, much loss of time, and perhaps some muttered thunder directed against the supposed Ananias who saw the bird tower.

Young shooters are often confident that a towered bird is dead, and can be picked up if looked for long enough. Probably they have read it, and have confirmed the statement with a few observations of their own. The partridge that is struck in the head usually falls at once, whether the shot has actually pierced the brain or not, but this is by no means invariable, as I have suggested above.

The several kinds of towerers behave as follows: A rap on the head from a glancing shot may or may not damage the sight, but if it does not completely stun the bird he will rise up and tower from the place where the shot struck him; his is usually a very strong flight, and he is likely to fly a good way, towering all the time, until the loss of strength forces him to come down; he will not collapse at the apex of his flight, but as he falls continue to beat his wings, more or less slowly, nearly or quite to the ground. When he reaches the earth he may die, or he may sit muffled up in a dazed condition. Generally he can be approached and killed with a stick, but sometimes he will have a blind side and a wideawake one; and it is not difficult to approach him by selecting his dark side. In no case is such a bird likely to fly until his enemy is within a yard or two of him. Often he makes no attempt to save his own life, and many times I have allowed a retriever to pick up such a bird, having the gun ready in case of his blunder. On several occasions, probably not more than three, the towered bird on being disturbed has _towered again_; but generally if he is able to fly at all he is able to see where he is going to and to get away. Many birds of this kind have no shot in them whatever, as I have proved by _post-mortem_ examination; others have proved the same thing by being as lively as ever upon being approached. Once, a few years ago, when a controversy on this subject raged, X-ray photographs of three towerers were published, but shot pellets could only be traced in two of them, and consequently both sides claimed the victory. It is very likely that laboratory examination never will find a shot pellet in the head of a towerer, but that only proves that when a shot _enters_ the head it is generally enough to bring the bird down at once. It is quite another matter when a shot pellet strikes the head and does not _enter_. Then the state of towering is frequently instantly produced.

This kind of wound, then, may be recognised by the towering of the bird from the instant it was struck, also by some movement in its wings in descent, and lastly, by its attitude of squatting when found upon the ground.

A bird struck in the lungs or stifled by blood in the windpipe behaves very differently. On receiving the shot it generally, but not always, drops its legs as if they were broken; that will generally prove not to have been the case. Then it flies on, from fifty to five hundred yards, with nothing apparently the matter, except the dropped legs, then it suddenly begins to rise or tower. This towering appears from the shooter’s position in the rear, and far behind, to be straight up, but that is optical deception, caused by the position of the shooter directly in the rear. The angle of elevation is really about the same as that of the head-struck bird, although, as the latter rises from only forty or fifty yards away, his angle of elevation looks more oblique than that of the bird a quarter of a mile away.

The stifled bird rises in spite of the fact that his head does not point upwards like that of a pheasant rising to top the trees. The partridge rises without any appearance of change of angle in his body, and when he reaches the apex he does not turn over backwards, as has been said of him, but starts to fall from the position of ordinary horizontal flight. You will generally find him dead upon his back, but the reason of this is that the resistance of his outstretched wings in falling turns him over, and they cease to resist the air when he is on his back. It is a case of movement in the direction of least resistance.

A bird which is brought down instantly by a shot in the head generally jumps about or flaps his wings when on the ground; one would think that he could not do this if he was entirely unconscious, but if he has any degree of consciousness the head-struck towerer must have very much more, just as the stifling bird has, so there must be many degrees of semiconsciousness in wounded partridges.