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One day hounds running across Gopsall Park I 

 was riding "Chloroform". Old Matthew, the keeper, 

 waved a stick as I passed him, when "Chloroform" 

 shied and banged my knee up against a tree. I put 

 arnica on it, and made it as big as two. I was laid 

 up for several days and could not attend the hunt ball. 

 Another day I had him out as second horse. Hounds 

 were just running into their fox, and my first horse, 

 " Landseer," was beginning to tire. Trueman was 

 close by with "Chloroform". I vaulted on to his 

 back and he kicked me over his head so far that I 

 was only stopped by the reins which I held in my 

 hand. I went plop on to my back, struggled on to 

 my tired horse again, and two fields further on 

 hounds ran into their fox. Another time we had 

 killed a fox at Sheet Hedges. I got on him, took a 

 lock of the mane in my left hand, and a hold of the 

 saddle with my right hand. He got his head down, 

 so that I could see nothing except the pommel of the 

 saddle, and shied me off amongst the hounds. An- 

 other time he hit a wattle fence with his knees, and 

 threw me a little on to his neck, and he never stopped 

 plunging until he got me down, and afterwards 

 kicked Trueman off also. Little Gilmour boucrht 

 him at my sale. 



1848. — One day Lord Edwin Hill lost his hat, 

 and asked Fenton of Caldecott if he knew where it 

 was. (Fenton used a good deal of liberty with his 

 H's.) He replied, "'Havens knows!" Hill rode 

 up to Isaac Evans and asked him where it was. 

 *' Your hat! — I don't know where it is.'* Hill went 



