During the ten years after the amalgamation the kennels were at the Black Pots end of the Playing Fields, and Ward, the groundsman who tenanted the cottage and whose backyard took the place of kennels, acted as kennel huntsman. There is no information about this man Ward save that the hounds were kennelled at his cottage until 1876, when Rowland Hunt transferred them to better kennels up town. Here is a letter from Rev. W. Vickers, the brother of one of the early whips: “It was my elder brother V. W. Vickers (who died in 1899) who was second whip in 1873, with W. A. (Billy) Harford as first whip and Hon. C. Harbord as master. “The pack were kennelled at Ward’s Lodge, at the extreme east end of the Playing Fields, Ward acting as K.H. “In 1874 Harford was master, with L. Heywood Jones and Hon. E. W. Parker as whips. My brother was responsible in 1873 for the account of sport reported in the _Chronicle_, and was occasionally very riled by the editor, who, like Miss Lucy Grimes, of the ‘Swillingford Patriot’ in _Sponge’s Sporting Tour_, used to correct his effusions by substituting ‘puss’ for ‘hare,’ and so on! He hunted the Trinity Beagles at Cambridge for two seasons, succeeding that fine sportsman G. H. Longman. “Of the School tutors of my day, C. Wolley-Dod, the tallest and thinnest of Masters, was a keen beagler, also my tutor G. R. Dupuis—both of them in long frock coats and top hats. A. Cockshott too was a good friend to, though not a follower of, the hunt; on more than one occasion securing us a bill-day. One of these, I remember, was to Mr. Hall-Say’s place, Oakley Court. I don’t remember much of the day’s sport, but have a lively recollection of the _lunch_—a spread which made more than one of us feel, when we found our afternoon hare, that there were occasions when the saying ‘_Fox_ hunting on foot is but labour in vain,’ applied also to _hare_ hunting! “The pack in my day was like the old-fashioned ‘trencher-fed’ hunts—the members bringing up in beagle term a hound if they had one, the contribution of a hound taking the place of the one pound subscription. It was wonderful (or so we keen ones thought) the sport such a scratch pack showed. “One day is impressed on my memory (in Fenwick’s mastership, I think), when we ‘burst up’ three hares! The meet, I think, was Dorney Gate. I forget how two were killed, but the third swam the river near Athens, waited for us on the further bank, and was killed on Windsor racecourse. “Another little incident. Meeting at the kennels we ran a hare into Datchet Vicarage garden and were gratified to see the Vicar come out of his house, hatless, to join (as we thought) in the chase. But no! his ill-directed energy was _against_ the chase, which he forcibly reminded us was a trespass!