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Mr. Edward on little Di Vernon, and Lord William, having a good 

 bit the best of it. 



Between this point and the open by the Red Road tailing went on 

 increasing, and reports were current as to unfair riding on the part of 

 those who should have known better. A rider who shirks jumping 

 should, to put it mildly, at all events keep out of the way of those who 

 really mean business— there was one bad spill caused by a jostle of this 

 kind yesterday. 



As the chase entered the jungle for the third time Mr. Leatherhead 

 also got a cropper, Norseman coming to grief in a little " grip " he 

 could have stepped over, Fortunately no bones were broken, and the 

 ruck swept on, the pace at this point being too hot to admit of stopping 

 to pick up the pieces. Throughout the hunt the pride of place was 

 pretty much left to Mr. Edward and Lord William, the pair at the last 

 running a dead heat for first. Lord William Beresford, whose horse had 

 overreached badly, spared his good nag the last hurdle, so the honour 

 and glory go to Di Vernon's straight riding owner. Turning to the 

 horses that went best Patchwork, Gang warily and a Government House 

 looking bay, were conspicuous. 



The fourth meet of the season took place yesterday morning, the 

 meet being at the " Khaguz Kul," where a goodly company assembled 

 by seven o'clock. The morning was peculiarly fine, unlike a Ballygunge 

 morning altogether, being bright, crisp and clear, so that those who 

 went out, whether to ride or to see, not only enjoyed themselves 

 thoroughly, but brought home with them an appetite for breakfast, to 

 khansamahs appalling. The course on this occasion was more of a 

 gallery one than last time, but this in no way lessened the number 

 of the field, while it left quite enough over and above to constitute a 

 crowd at the winning post. The paper was carried by Messrs. 

 Latham and Barnagore, or rather would have been, had- not the 

 latter gentleman's syce left the saddle bags at home, which made 

 the scent less holding than usual. The pace throughout, despite 

 the paucity of paper, was hotter than we have had it yet, and more 

 than one man who overran the paper had a long stern chase home, in 

 good solitude. At the double— a forniidable obstacle in its way— many 

 a chaser met a check and ultimately found it easier to go round than to 

 go in and out. A few minutes after the leaders had left the obstacle 

 behind them, a cheery voice was heard singing out to a gentleman on 

 a chestnut who was vainly endeavouring to negotiate the jump, 

 "Allow me. Sir !" It was Mr. Blue Bag, Q.C., on his slashing black. 

 Gaily he came on, the way clear, a fair field and no favour determined 



