232 Bob Ward. 



have had the honour of being invited by Mr. 

 Leopold de Rothschild (through Fred Cox) to the 

 puppy show at Ascott. On those occasions the 

 party consisted of about half a score of hunts- 

 men, past and present — Bob Ward always being 

 one. The last time poor Bob was there he was 

 in bad health, and he had his daughter with him 

 to take care of him. 



There is no lack of fun with such a party. 

 One of them called upon Bob for a tale before 

 going into the kennel. 



"Well," Bob began, "you know I hunted 

 harriers. I was out with them one morning ; we 

 had a good scent, and gave them some good 

 work, you know. After we had been running for 

 some time, they got into a road ; they kept 

 chattering to it you know. I couldn't quite 

 understand it and I said to my chap, ' I don^t 

 think this is right, they get so near the village ; ' 

 and I said to my chap, ' I know they are running 

 the old post-woman,' and into the village they 

 went, and they ran up to a door where the old 

 woman was, and jumped up at her back, and got 

 into the house and made such a rattle, breaking 

 the crockery fearfully. I got into no end of 

 trouble about it ; the old woman had a basket of 

 herrings ! " 



