To-day we associate the Grafton country with the pack of hounds which hunts the south east of our county. Founded by the third Duke about 1750, the pack long had a character of it's own,''found in their bodies, very stout, but wild as hawks'' - in fact, the very sort to bring down a fox in the wood lands. Even as late as 1833 they continued to be very wild and inclined to chase the deer which then ranged at will in the forest . Mr. Markham tells the following story of Charles Carter, who became huntsman in that year: ''One day they [the hounds] broke away from their fox and pursued and killed several deer. Carter rode down the ride blowing his horn, and aided by his whips gradually got his pack together. Clark the royal keeper, came up much distressed saying 'you will kill all my deer,' 'My dear fellow, ' replied Carter, I can't help it. I have hounds out to-day which will run an earwig to an elephant.' "