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Captain White remarked, " What would that 

 man give to have my health and strength," and 

 from that time till his death Captain White was 

 never well. He suffered terribly with his liver. 

 It only shows how dangerous it is to boast. 



One day he had the misfortune to fall into 

 a marsh ditch in the Bradwell country, and he 

 said he was obliged to stand on his head on a 

 gate post to let the water drain out of his boots, 

 and his clothes had to hang on the line for a 

 month airing, and even after that it was weeks 

 before they lost the terrible perfume of the 

 marsh ditch. Tradition has it this was the last 

 place where the waters subsided after the Flood 

 — some say they have never subsided even to 

 this day. 



On the days when he was hunting in the 

 Rochford country he often managed to leave off 

 near The Lawn. He knew he would always 

 find a hearty welcome. One evening, after 

 thoroughly enjoying a repast of Irish stew, he 

 got on to a " hireling," which early in the day 

 bolted with me. " Now," he said, " You can 

 run away with me all the way to Billericay if 

 you like." (With his usual kindness he had 

 noticed my uncomfortable position, and let me 

 ride his second horse, a most perfect hunter 

 called "All-Fours," and which he afterwards 

 sold to Miss Helme.) 



I cannot do better than close my account 

 with giving a few extracts from the excellent 

 report of " Dandy White," taken from Bailey^s, 

 1910: — 



" In the days when the first gentleman of 



