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was out on this day and unfortunately knocked 

 his leg on a gate-post when crossing the railway 

 by Saxby Station, which, added to the complica- 

 tions of gout and anno domini, caused much 

 anxiety on his behalf. 



Amongst the shining lights who rode with the 

 Belvoir at this period were the brothers Messrs. 

 Frank and George Gordon, sons of the Rector of 

 Muston, both hard to beat across country. The 

 elder brother, Mr. Frank, was very good handling a 

 young horse, he had also an eye for a hound, and 

 took particular notice of the pack in their work. 

 To-day his name is to be found in the working 

 committee of the Peterborough Foxhound Show. 

 The younger brother, Mr. George, was fond of his 

 ride, but with him it was first or nowhere. " On 

 many occasions I had to blow him up for getting 

 a bit too forrard ! " said Gillard, who like the 

 recording angel has got all our shortcomings down 

 in his book. " But you could not help but forgive 

 him in his impetuosity, for he was a fine horseman, 

 and could jump over stiff timber out of a road 

 as only a good one can. His answer to me was 

 always the same, 'You must blow somebody up, 

 Frank, so it may just as well be me ; but you know 

 somebody ought to keep up the riding reputation 

 of the Belvoir ! ' he would add with a merry 

 twinkle in his eye. I remember on the occasion 

 the Prince of Wales hunted with us from Hose 

 Gorse, I galloped my horse down the tow-path of 

 the Harby Canal to get to hounds lower down, 

 and I saw Mr. George Gordon standing on the 



