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everyone had enough ; one hour and fifty minutes. We 

 left off by 1.30." 



A few days later, after an hour and twenty minutes 

 from Galley Hills to Broxbourne and back to Monkhams, 

 where they killed, hounds were running a fox from Latton 

 Park, when a blind ditch gave a fall to one of the best lady 

 riders in the field. The same ditch brought down the 

 master who, springing from it, and seeing a follower of the 

 hounds on a "pumped out" steed on the opposite bank, 

 asked him to cross the ditch on foot and take charge of his 

 horse whilst he went to her ladyship's assistance. But the 

 wary sportsman's motto was " Let well alone." "What," 

 cried he, "am I to do with my own horse ? — the beggar will 

 bolt ! " The beggar in question looked as if he would prefer, 

 in the words of Mark Twain, " to lean up against a wall and 

 think." Happily, all difficulty was soon removed by the 

 arrival of the faithful Crawley. 



This was the last season of Mr. Green's mastership. 

 He was a master for whom the longest day was never too 

 long, and, as we have seen, he showed excellent sport. He 

 gave close attention to the maintenance and improvement 

 of the pack. In 1S90 he secured the Belvoir draft — the 

 finest in England, numbering thirty-five couple, with a view 

 to enabling the Hunt to breed their own hounds; and he 



