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Mr. Parrington still frequently turns up at fixtures of the 

 Sinnington. He is yet wonderfully active, and often 

 drives down to Helmsley, and has a conference on hunting 

 matters with Mr. " Nimrod " Pearson, Mr. Bowman and 

 other leading lights of the Sinnington. On the occasion 

 I saw him at Mr. Pearson's last summer he was discussing 

 the question of bitches laying up their litters of puppies 

 away from the kennel, and expressed the opinion that such 

 litters always did well, and rarely ailed anything, quoting 

 instances he remembered. A short time ago, I saw him at 

 Kirbymoorside at the White Horse, where many meetings in 

 connection with the Sinnington have been held. Then his 

 conversation was on hunting, and it would seem that Mr. 

 Parrington goes further than friend Jorrocks, who believed 

 that " all time's wasted that's not spent on hunting," and 

 thinks most talk but sporting talk, idle. This season (1907-8) 

 he has often been in attendance at Sinnington fixtures, 

 and has seen Lord Helmsley carrying the horn himself, 

 for he has joined the growing list of amateur huntsmen in 

 Yorkshire. He can still say, therefore : — 



I hear the echoing sound, 

 That stirred my blood in by-gone years, 

 When the ringing music filled my eais, 

 And made my pulses bound. 

 In a grey November's morn, 

 When the mists rolled up the hills, 

 One cheery note my memory fills — 

 The note of my own old horn. 



