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The pride of the morning, the sweet, fresh scent of the earth, the soft patter of pads on the plough, the squelch of hoofs, the rate oi 

 the whips as hounds go to a draw, what real enthusiast cares overmuch where the scene is laid ? — whether in the classic region of 

 Ashby Pastures, the Belvoir Vale, the Burton Flats, or in strongly-enclosed Essex, the galloping countries of the west, so long as he )' 

 ■^ playing the game of his heart — the world is fair, and all's well! 



