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Title: Hunting and sporting notes in Shropshire and Cheshire, season 1884-85 ...
Year: 1885 (1880s)
Authors: Borderer Mytton, H. F
Subjects: Horses Hunting -- England Shropshire
Publisher: London : A.H. Baily
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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, a sealed book to us,so there was nothing for it but to droj) down to the Day-house Spinnies, and failing these lo go on to Hanwood,where some splendid lying was diligently searched, asvainly as the Quarry gardens would have been. It is sadindeed to have such an unvaried tale of disaster to fox-hunting to tell of on this side of the country, but Avhatis the use of hiding the truth ? What must that excellentex-M.F.H., sportsman, and politician. Colonel Corbett,think of his tenant at Longnor, Mr Chaml)erlain, whenhe knows that he not only himself shot a fox last week,but allowed his keepers and beaters to knock anothersbrains out ?—when entangled in a net, I suppose ? Letus pray that Birmingham may soon receive him into itsbosom again, never to return to Shropshire. Happily,there is a brighter page with which to conclude, and onethat will assist to wipe out the shadow of Wednesday.Haughmond Abbey is always lovely and picturesque. Itnever loomed us more grandly than with the brilliant
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Hcmghmond Abbey—A Good Bun. 10 colours of horsemen and hounds cirding in the foreground.Close by, too, was the counter atraction of SundorneCoursing Meeting—so near in fact, that the sports seemedin danger of blending. Thatchers pretty bitches werequite aware that there was something up in theadjoining field, and threw up their heads, and lashed theirsterns, as the too-too was shouted, and the judgeracei after his greyhounds. The master gave the word for the Sundorne coverts,which were drawn in a circle from the outside, so as notto disturb the coursing, but were thoroughly irresj^onsiveto-day. Holly Coppice was the word, and our hopesgrew higher. Scarce half the covert had been drawnbefore * Tallyho at the lower end set us going, andwe crossed the High Ercall road jis if for Poynton Springs.It was only a feint, however, for hugging a narrow planta-tion by the roadside, we were soon back over the road, andinto Haughmond Hill, past the Tower, and graduallydropping down the hill at

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