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cise, required support. So I drew Rottingdean, and 

 found quickly — what I required, namely, a comfort- 

 able inn, wherein I might take my ease for a while, 

 and satisfy the cravings of an appetite engendered 

 by the fresh air of the open country through which 

 I had been careering for some hours. 



Riding up to the White Horse, I saw at the door 

 a beautiful puppy — Dainty by name — belonging to 

 the Brookside, being at walk at this house of enter- 

 tainment. It augurs well, I said ; the landlord, being 

 a sportsman, naturally knows what is good, and when 

 I cast my eye up to the signboard and read, " The 

 White Horse. By T. Welfare," I thought, this is the 

 place to fare well, and my anticipations were not 

 doomed to disappointment. I may be wrong in 

 gomg into details of that luncheon, but it may 

 interest some to know that the cold roast beef, the 

 boiled pork, the baked potatoes (I had arrived at 

 the exact moment when the landlord's dinner was 

 ready), the pickled walnuts, the crusty white loaves, 

 and the real original fresh butter and amber ale, are 

 to be found by the weary traveller should he be 

 belated or benighted, at this halting place on the 

 road to Brighton. 



But whilst discoursing so freely and unreservedly 

 anent the hunting of the hare, I must not forget 

 that the South Down Foxhounds are deserving 

 of notice. On Friday week the fixture was 

 Pyecombe. Notwithstanding it was one of the 

 wettest days of this dreary November, a fair 

 " field " assembled at the meet, including Mr. 

 Streatfield, the Master, and Mr. Donelly, a former 

 Master of the South Downs, to whom the credit is 



