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Jem laughing at me. Of course hounds ran two 

 fields and then checked until the people came 

 round, so that I had my trouble for my pains. 

 As I was wet to my pockets I rode home, 

 changed into dry clothes, and struck swimming 

 out of my hunting programme. The Vale of 

 Aylesbury is certainly a rare scenting country, 

 and second to none. 



It was matter for great regret that Mr. Lowndes 

 did not breed hounds enough to keep up that 

 perfect pack of bitches, and at the present time it 

 would probably puzzle anyone to trace back to 

 them. For many years the Fitzwilliam draft was 

 taken, and very good they were in those days. 



Time has slipped away and the old Squire is 

 no more ; he is succeeded by a good son, an 

 expert horseman and a good sportsman ; the 

 farmers are with him and for him, and may he 

 live long to enjoy the hunting and his neighbours' 

 friendship ! When hunting in the Vale, you are 

 bound to meet a thrusting Field. It is only 

 natural that good horsemen should resort to such 

 a playground in order to indulge in the game of 

 which they are so fond. 



Mr. W. Levi, Messrs. Saunders, Wilson, 

 Gerald Pratt, and many others whom I fear I did 

 not know, were very good riders. Mr. Greaves 



