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by Mr. Qx.ho Paget, who is " Q " of The Field, and Mr. 

 Chaplin. They are both keen sportsmen and good riders. 

 When hard frost set in, the hunting people used to keep 

 themselves in condition by skating on the large pond which 

 is on the right hand side of the Leicester Road, just 

 outside Melton (Fig. 3). An American visitor (Fig. 4) 

 often delighted us by his skill at figure skating. 



Melton Mowbray is as famous for her pork pies as 

 for her hunting. I used to eat commercial pork pies, 



Pl.oto by\ [.If. H. H. 



FIG. 3. Skating at Melton. 



until one day when I was living in Leicestershire, I 

 went down to a knacker's yard to perform a post-mortem 

 examination on a dead horse. On casually asking the 

 horse-slaughterer if he sent the cat's-meat up to London, 

 he pointed to a large cauldron which contained a boiling 

 decoction somewhat resembling soup, and replied that he 

 used up all the stuff for "swill." "Who drinks the swill ?" 

 I demanded with a shudder. " The pigs, of course," was 

 the answer, which spoiled my appetite for any further acquaint- 



