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of Eve, beguiled with his coaxing ways five fine trout, weighing three pounds a piece, together with some smaller ones, and in beautiful condition ; but these proceedings, though they ended in catching fish, could not be called fishing. Most of the club, we afterwards found, were accustomed to adopt this method of filling their baskets, when otherwise unsuccessful.

The minnow fishing, for which the river seems particularly adapted, if the stakes do not interfere, is not allowed till the Mayfly fishing is over, only commencing from the 15th of June. During this day, along the secluded parts of the river, I saw several of those, in other places, rare and shy birds, the water-ouzel, or dipper, which frequently build here.

On the Tuesday, which was my last day, I was more fortunate than before, owing to my wading the river, and I caught seventeen brace of trout in beautiful season, and I became almost tired of catching fish, as none proved to be large ones, though all above the size for keeping, besides those I turned in again. It being somewhat in. convenient and uncertain sending fish away to any distance, I really felt unwilling to catch any more, as we had already made presents of them to the clergyman and doctors and the people of the house, besides supplying ourselves liberally both for dinner and breakfast; but some of the fish were not so good as they looked to be, and none were of that pink colour so much praised by the learned in such matters : many of them, though beautiful to look at when first caught, were quite white when cut, and somewhat soft. On the whole, a more beautiful river for fishing could not be, and the number of fish seemed endless—at least, as to trout; and I was told the grayling were still more so, and that the grayling fishing in the proper season was splendid ; the trout fisbing being considered as quite a secondary consideration, and only followed because the other kind had not begun.

The club consists of twenty members, paying an annual subscription of ten guineas each, with three keepers or watchers to look after the water, and attend upon the members. A club-room is used in common; the club supplies its own wine, and the people of the inn find all else that is necessary, with four or five comfortable bed-rooms, though many of the members go to friends' houses near, or lodge elsewhere, and seldoin more than four or five are staying at the inn together.

Thus ended a week's fishing at Leintwardine, after catching from eighty to ninety brace of trout and a few grayling. For this most agreeable and excellent week's sport, I was indebted to tbe kindness and hospitality of my friend, who supplied me with everything friendship could require, and was once my pupil in the gentle art of flyfishing, but is now become such a proficient, that he is not only able to lure the shyest of the finny tribe from its native element, but to capture the crafty rat, should it venture to cross the stream within his reach.

June 3rd, 1854.

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THE SOUTH DEVON HOUNDS, AND THE SOUTH

DEVON COUNTRY.

BY LINTON,

Many years since, I know not how many, when a mere child of ten years of age, I chanced to pass my holidays at that well-known sporting rendezvous, stamped in the hearts of all sportsmen in golden letters, “ Handly Cross.” It was a fair mild morning of January, if memory fail me not, about 9 A.m., when having discussed a considerable quantity of bread and butter, washed down by sugared milk-and-water called tea, and having conjointly with my nose and fingers rubbed the wintry mist from the parlour windows, I clambered up on an ottoman to amuse myself by watching the passers-by, when lo! a vision appeared before my young admiring eyes, which from that hour has been engraven on the pages of memory with feelings of admiration never to be effaced, while leathers, tops, red-coats and hunters continue to be the pride of men, or the cheerful and exciting notes of the hunting horn echo throughout the length and breadth of Merrie England. With all my eyes, staring through the glass, my little hands clutching the window curtains to hold on by, my excitement was so great, on this never-to-be-forgotten morning I first beheld a pack of fox-hounds, and those hounds were none other but the celebrated Handly Cross subscription pack, hunted by the celebrated John Jorrocks, M.F.H. John Jorrocks himself, attired in the well-known hunting costume-scarlet coat, facings sky-blue_headed the pack ; while his illustrious huntsman, Pig, mounted on Artaxerxes followed in the rear. Great, I say, was my excitement at this, to me, most splendid sight-my little heart beat, my youthful lips were sealed with astonishment, or I verily believe I should have shouted, as I have since not seldom done, probably when I had far better have left it alone, “ Forward, forward, Tallyho, Tallyho!”

But joking apart, and taking this opportunity, an opportunity doubtless that thousands of others would gladly avail themselves of, cordially to thank the author of that most amusing sporting serial, the forerunner, I trust, of many others for creating hearty laughter-I do say, from the hour that I first beheld a pack of hounds to this present time, that I scribble after a gallant run with the South Devon, I most thoroughly agree with John Jorrocks, Esq., in placing my lance in rest against all the world who say no, when I declare, in that lusty sportsman's words, there's nothing like fox-hunting. My first entry, I may truthfully say, was with the well-known and justly celebrated pack of Ralph Lambton, in days lang syne, when he hunted the county of Durham. By that much-esteemed master of hounds, long years since, I was invited, when just appointed to my first commission in a crack regiment of Light Dragoons, in company with a younger brother, to pass a joyful sporting week at the Sedgefield Club; and then was it, in its real practical untold delight, I first listened to the echo of the huntsman's horn in the woodland, first beheld the glorious burst of a pack of fox-hounds from a gorse covert, first enjoyed the untold delight of listening to the tallyho, first saw the death of that beloved animal fox-yes, beloved animal ; for he affords to man more real joy, when determined to make his point, than aught clse I know of, of worldly pleasure.

Since those happy hunting days at Sedgefield, when Lambton and Shafto, and Williamson, and Harland, and Surtees, and numerous other good men and true in the field, were wont to meet in courteous and gentlemanlike, yet jovial festivity, around the board in the evening, and at the covert side in the morning, I have visited many and many another gallant hunting-field over the grass fields of Northamptonshire ; I have followed a flying pack on the chalky hills and amid the flinty pastures of Hampshire, when that kind old sportsman, Villebois, commanded his beautiful lady pack ;-with the Cheshire-the Vine, and with the late noble-hearted Duke of Beaufort, as with various others, have I spent many a joyous day in the hunting field ; and now, in my old age, I still pull on my leathers, and go a hunting—and where? why with the South Devon and Tiverton hounds. Indeed! exclaims some fine gentleman, perfuming the magazine with a scented cabbage-leaf he fancies an Havannah, and for which he has paid accordingly—I have written " gentleman ;” nevertheless read that horrid word "gent,'' an unexplainable individual, who imagines he is a sportsman, inasmuch as he sometimes attires himself in a red coat and leathers, waistcoat with innumerable pockets, a hunting cap, amazing jewellery, and so forth, and then, seated in a cab, drives through London, to show himself to the admiring passers-by, and having proceeded by train to the meet of Her Majesty's stag-hounds, or any other neighbouring pack, and having witnessed the uncarting of the wretched animal fed by the state, to be miserably worried by dogs and men, home he comes to tell his mother, who knew not he was out, that he had been hunting. Hunting indeed! and so he had that is, what many persons term hunting, but which I most unquestionably do not; and I therefore assert that our fair Devonia is essentially a hunting county, as I shall endeavour to prove ; and this, presumptive as it may appear, in spite of the direct opposition of so great an authority-at least the world, who nevertheless are not seldom wrong, claim him- Nimrod.”' Now, in my early days, it so happened that I chanced to meet this justly celebrated sporting writer as far as the writing is concerned, but most unjustly celebrated sportsman as far as sporting is concerned, in a very commodious country house, where both cook and cellar wero much to his liking; and consequently, in the height of his enthusiasm and gratitude for benefits conferred, he told the world that the young squire, son of the old squire whose claret he had swallowed to no inconsiderable extent, was a first-rate man in the field, though forsooth he was given to shooting and not to hunting-indeed rarely joined the hounds. I also saw Nimrod in several hunting fields; and what I did see (highly as I appreciate his writings) enables me to assert, that although generally well mounted, he was anything but a first-rate horseman, and I verily believe he never in his life saw a run from end to end, in a first-rate country, so as to be enabled practically to describe it. Yet he wrote very agreeably on sporting subjects ; and even now, I for one often refer to his articles in the Old Sporting Magazine with delight, for which the good lady in Warwick-square paid freely ; and thus he speaks of Devonshire, land of the myrtle, land of beauty :-" This is certainly the worst hunting county I was ever in ; yet, strange to say, there are more packs of hounds kept in it than in any other three counties in England." Another writer adds :-- "What Nimrod remarked years since, holds good now ; nearly every parish in the South of Devon has its parish pack of harriers; besides, there are no less than eight established packs of foxhounds, and several other packs. This number may be accounted for in some measure by the nature of the country_its never-ending still-beginning succession of hills and dales rendering communication between the different parishes less frequent than is the case in most other counties; added to which, the love for hunting, the passion for the chase, though natural to man, is most distinctly marked in the people of Devonshire."

All this is true to the letter, and certainly not exaggerated, inasmuch as not only one pack of harriers is kept in some parishes, but in others there are two; and when hares are out of season for hunting, why the harriers become otter-hounds. Indeed I have heard of a gentleman who was about to settle in a village in South Devon, to whom the following occurred, and in good truth can I assert that it has happened to myself : Having cast a shoe out hunting, the gentleman in question called on a village blacksmith to get his horse shod, when he was informed by a boy retained at the smithy that he had no chance till the day following, for his master was out a-hunting. Subsequently he called on the butcher and baker, to make similar inquiries as to the necessaries of life ; but like blacksmith, like butcher, like baker, they were all hunting-and so is it in this said to be a non-hunting county. Now although the illustrious Nimrod has declared, and hundreds who know nothing about the matter are ready to believe it, that South Devon, and Devon in toto, is the worst hunting county in the world, I am ready to break a lance with any man who will or can deny what I am about to assert in its favour. If Nimrod intended it to be understood that it was not a chasing county-in fact a county where, twice during the week, quick runs were secured over a grass country with a kill at the finish, I go with him ; yet unquestionably not so, though I may be in error, when I assert my opinion that hunting and sporting do not absolutely infer racing for thirty minutes with disappointment without blood. And I therefore boldly declare that Devonia, land of myrtles and magnolias, is a sporting and a hunting county in every sense of the word, from east to west, north to south, from Mount Tavey to Beerhead, from beautiful Babicombe to still more beautiful Linton-right across Exmoor, over Dartmoor, on the banks of the river Exe, or the Tamar ; go where you will-aye, and when you. may-fox-hounds, or harriers, or otter hounds, or beagles-coursing, or fly-fishing—sport of all kinds-war to the life against fish, fox,* and fowl, in fair sportsmanlike manner, is to be had, and plenty of it-good, bad, and indifferent; and though it be asserted, and not without reason, that to sovereign beauty mankind bends the knee, I verily believe in Devon and its neighbouring county, Cornwall, it may be justly added that to universal sport mankind bends the knee. As an illustration of such belief, I fancy there are more sporting parsons—a good old English

* Can the sweet-smelling varmint be called flesh?

title, almost obsolete in these days of priests and Puseyite garments both rectors, bishops, curates and so forth, in this famed county, than in any four others in all England ; and of course, if they set the example, it is the duty of their parishioners to follow; and why not, if so be they are really “ sportsmen,” as I would desire the honourable appellation to be understood ? which would then in no manner prevent, and in many instances well known to me, does not prevent their being noble-hearted christian gentlemen, and benevolent charitable parish clergymen-doing infinitely less harm in occasionally riding after a pack of fox-hounds, and living in peace and charity with all men, than walking about dressed up like Jesuits, taking tea and talking balderdash with the silly old women, outwardly declaring themselves orthodox divines, and pocketing tithes, inwardly feeling as Roman priests, and spending those tithes, paid by protestants, in teaching error and promoting auricular confession. However, I intend no discourtesy to the clergy as a body; and I have only to add, that out-door sports were much in favour during the fourteenth century, when the priesthood were so much addicted to the pleasures of the chase, that a clergyman was prohibited from keeping a dog for hunting, unless he had a benefice of the value of at least ten pounds per annum ; while bishops all kept hounds. The fox-hunting parson is in fact a character as old as the days of Richard II., in whose reign the Bishop of Ely was remarkable for being a first-rate rider. The right reverend prelate could take a fence with the youngest and best men in the field. His delight, however, was wolf hunting; and he often said jestingly that the interests of his flock prompted him to pursue their most formid. able enemy.

Now having said thus much with regard to Devonia as a hunting county, that is no reason why that portion of it hunted by the South Devon hounds should be like Northamptonshire, or any other shire that I know of, as regards its chasing qualities--so far from it, I should say, that take it all in all, there is no more trying county in all England, for both hounds, horses, and riders ; and herein, to a real sportsman, are its chief merits, inasmuch as although it is a very rare circumstance to obtain a fast run, save it be over the moorland, or in the limited grass vales, with a kill in the open ; such things do occur, and if so be they are of rare occurrence, what then? There is no county throughout all the fair lands of Merrie England, where the instinct of the animal hound is more admirably demonstrated. Many a fair hunting morning have I sat on my Exmoor cob, watching the beautiful hunting of the truly beautiful South Devon bitch pack, carrying on the scent from field to field, over innumerable fences; for be it known the fields of South Devon are innumerable, and the fences almost as big as the fields.

It is therefore, as I have said, a pleasure of rare occurrence to get a first-rate chace ; but chasing is not really hunting. And yet have I seen the pack break close to a fox; after carrying the scent through a labyrinth of fields and fences, burst on the open, and finish with a kill amid the finest scenery in England or the world, as regards its peculiar character.

I can only trace the South Devon hounds as far back as the life-time of one of the best, most kind-hearted, and generous of sportsmen, G. Templær, Esq., of Stovor, now the property of the Duke of Somerset, whose

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