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I can't catch 'em." This was after a succession of bad 

 scenting days, and he had naturally been rather out of 

 heart. On another occasion he was asked by a friend 

 who hunted elsewhere what sort of a country the 

 Essex Union was. He readily replied: "Oh! it is 

 always either bricks or mortar." How can a heavy plough 

 country be better described ? — as when it gets dry it be- 

 comes the former directly in exchange for its mortar- 

 like condition. On another occasion he jumped into a 

 field which was on three sides surrounded with wire. It 

 was just killing time, and an ardent sportsman, viewing" 

 the fox, called out, " Here you are," to the master, who 

 promptly replied : " That is just what I am not, lor I 

 am in an infernal birdcage." It was with great regret 

 that the members received his resignation at the end 

 of the season 1890-91. He was asked to continue as 

 master, keeping a professional huntsman, but his health, 

 he felt, would not permit of his keeping on any longer. 

 The appreciation of his successful mastership was e.x- 

 pressed by presents being made to both himself and 

 Mrs. Carnegy, at a luncheon, in the presence of 

 all the principal landowners, farmers, and subscribers. 

 Commander Kemble, R.N., of Great Claydon, a son of 

 Mr. Thomas Kemble, of Runwell Hall (the father of the 



