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becomes a yawning chasm. Zoedone's pilot rode 

 straight ahead, and never stopped if hounds were 

 running fast to gauge the probable width, with the 

 result that he not only took a good many falls, but 

 broke several horses' backs. " Teddy " rode at 

 these places with equal confidence, and when they 

 happened to be extra wide would get over with a 

 scramble ; but as there was no weight on the horse's 

 hindquarters there were never any broken backs. 

 Thirty years ago I should have laughed at the idea 

 of a man being able to ride across country with his 

 knees up to the pommel of the saddle ; but we " live 

 and learn," and experience has taught me that the 

 modern method is correct. 



Poor " Teddy " lies out somewhere in an un- 

 marked grave not far from Menin, where he fell 

 when the Leicestershire Yeomanry made such a 

 gallant stand in the early part of the war. 



At the same time Colonel Evans Freke was 

 killed, and many other good men from the Shires. 



I am not going to bore you with any more runs, 

 as we have now reached the spring of 1912, and I 

 cannot recall anything very sensational in 1914. 

 In the September of that year I joined the army, 

 and was only released in March 1919. One solitary 

 day's hunting is all I had in that time. 



There have been many changes since then. 

 Lord Lonsdale took the Cottesmore at the outbreak 

 of war and carried on practically at his own expense 

 — at the moment of writing he is still the master of 

 that pack. 



Capt. Forester resigned the Quorn in 1918, and 

 after a short period of a committee. Major Burnaby 



