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horse was going, as I knew lie was very short of work, and 

 I remember saying to myself, " He seems all right." We 

 jumped into and out of the road just where the big pond 

 is in the large field next to the Lodge, and the point 

 then seemed to be Chadshunt Coppice. I. remember 

 dear old Squire Lucy ranged alongside on his favourite 

 grey horse, and I said to him, " This is the day 

 for thoroughbreds, Spencer." I think he made some 

 characteristic answer, and as I shook up my old horse he 

 felt as if he would have gone for ever. It was the hill, if 

 you call it a hill (it would not go by that name in some 

 countries, and it was the only one we went up that day), 

 which stopped several horses here, and Lord Willoughby's 

 Black Prince stood still, and soon afterwards died. He had 

 been laid up for six weeks with a varicose vein, and rup- 

 tured a blood-vessel on the liver. It was most unfortunate 

 that Lord Willoughby happened to ride him for the first 

 time in such a run. He was a black horse, bought 

 from Mr. J. M. Eichardson, of great power and breeding, 

 and the master was very fond of him. I remember 

 stopping somewhere near Bishop's Grorse Farm to speak 

 to Lady Willoughby, and shouting to her to come and 

 see the end ; and then I rather pressed my horse, as 

 I thought it must be near. Fortunately, or unfortunately, 

 they had changed foxes at or near Yerney's Clorse. I 

 think Colonel Paulet saw the fox go away, but I did not 

 see myself what happened, as I was then on the left, for I 

 was debating as I rode on, whether I should go down and 

 get another horse. I had got another in the stable, a 

 young black horse belonging to Captain Beauchamp Scott, 

 but he was rather lame with a spavin, and I decided to 

 go on. Leaving Lighthorne on the left, and the Little 

 Housen on the right, they crossed the Banbury Eoad into 

 Old Sitch. Hounds were now beating us, and I lost touch, 

 but still kept on, when all of a sudden old Chance stuck 

 his legs out, and gave the most awful groans. John Creed, 

 the keeper, was there, and I gave him the reins, and asked 

 him to lead the horse back when he got his wind. I ran 



