were nearly surrounded by the Officers of the Carabiniers, each person with a double barrelled Gun, some with small Bayonets fixed, and all were loaded with ball. As soon as each Sportsman had taken his station, the Huntsman and Hounds entered the wood, they found immediately, the hounds divided, and I (who was unarmed,) tallyed the old bitch Wolf, who went off for the Forest in the most gallant stile. My English halloo amused some of the French, but enraged others, who declared that if the Huntsman had not fortunately stopt the hounds, they would have gone off with the old Wolf, and this indeed was my intention. The stopped hounds were clapped back to those running the Cubs in the cover, and which were said to be about three or four months old; they were taller than a Fox, and shewed by the looseness of their make, and the vast size of their bone, in their then infant state, what they would be when arrived at their full growth; that however was forbid, for all but one were shot that day, and the remaining one was killed the day following, by one of the Count's keepers. These Cubs, whilst hunted, never quitted the Covers, nor was it supposed they had ever been out of them, for the Forest, towards which the old Wolf pointed, was between four and five Leagues distance from the Woods where she littered. I often hunted Wolf afterwards, and the result was, that the Wolf was either shot when quitting the cover in which he was found, or by some Keeper or person who accidentally saw him in his route, or he escaped by going off at one steady pace, until he

left Hounds, Horses, and Men, totally beat, and who were generally relieved by the Hospitality of some Curé, and enabled to return home the next day. It is asserted, that the Wolf, whose pace seems for the most part to be regulated by that of his Pursuers, will stop when no longer pursued, and the hounds may attack him again the next morning; perhaps so, but will not the Wolf be equally refreshed by his Night's repose as the Hounds? Admitting that the Wolf does stop, he gives his enemies a fresh chance, because formerly there was scarcely a Parish in France that had not one or more Game-keepers. The Huntsman who hunted the Wolf, related where he

gave him up, how much he appeared fatigued, and which way he pointed, to the Keepers when his chase ended; they possibly guessed where the Wolf rested that night, and by properly placing all the Assistants they could collect, a shot was got at him when he broke cover, in the same manner as he had been fired at on the preceding day. Upon remarking this risk of being shot, which the Wolf had to escape, to a French Gentleman, he assured me, that a friend of his, who kept hounds for the Wolf only, never fired on the Wolf, until (unable to run any further) he turned upon the dogs, and this generally took place about the fourth or fifth day. This sounds strange hunting to us English Foxhunters, but I declare to you, that I am not prepared to deny the Fact."

The Speed of the Fox-hound was well ascertained by the trial at Newmarket, betwixt Mr. MEYNEll and Mr. BARRY, and this account of the training

and feeding the two victorious Hounds is from the person who had the management of them. Will. Crane was applied to, after the Match was made. (which was for 500 guineas), to train Mr. Barry's hounds, of which Bluecap was four, and Wanton three years old. Crane objected to their being hounds that had been entered some seasons, and wished for young hounds, who would with more certainty be taught to run a Drag; however the hounds were sent to Rivenhall in Essex, and as Crane suggested, at the first trials to induce them to run the drag, they took no notice; at length by dragging a Fox along the ground, and then crossing the hounds upon the scent, and taking care to let them kill him, they became more handy to a Drag, and had their exercise regularly three times a week upon Tiptree Heath; the ground chosen was Turf, and the distance over which the Drag was taken was from eight to ten miles. The training commenced the first of August, and continued until the twentyeighth of September, (the thirtieth the Match was ran) their food was Oatmeal and Milk, and Sheeps Trotters. Upon the thirtieth of September the Drag was drawn (on account of running up the wind, which happened to be brisk,) from the Rubbing House at Newmarket Town End, to the Rubbing House at the starting post of the Beacon Course, the four hounds were then laid on the scent; Mr. Barry's Bluecap came in first, Wanton (very close to Bluecap) second; Mr. Meynell's Richmond was beat by upwards of an hundred yards, and the Bitch never run in at all; the ground was crossed in a few