40 HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 



alone with George Rae. We were racing down 

 the hill to the Parsonage Wood, George flung 

 open the gate at the bottom, and my horror cail 

 be imagined when I saw it shut to immediately 

 after he had gone through. Added to that, 

 Margaret, my mare^ had got the bit well behind 

 her tooth. Fortunately the mare soon decided 

 what was the only thing to be done, and did it, 

 and we landed safely. 



One day a fox had gone to ground in the 

 Scrubbs, and we were all standing round, 

 waiting to know what was going to be done, 



when up bounced the owner of Hall, a 



short stout lady, very red in the face. 



" What right have you here, I should Hke 

 to know?" 



Mr. Kemble came forward, and in his most 

 courteous manner said : 



" None whatever, madam. We only ride 

 about here through your kind indulgence." 



The lady strutted off defeated. 



CHARLES TABOR. 



If I tried to tell you one half of Charles 

 Tabor's clever sayings, I should fill my book. 

 It must have been when I was about seven years 

 old, I remember seeing him for the first time ; he 

 had come to live at Rochford Hall and manage 

 his uncle's farm. My brother and Charles were 

 ferreting. When I came upon the scene ready 

 to help, they had just taken a live rabbit out of 

 the net and I wanted to keep it ; Charles said he 

 should kill it. I was furious and called him a 



