49 HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 



A most enjoyable run. One man managed 

 to get into a ditch north of Barton Hall, and 

 would have been there still if he had not been 

 dug out. 



October 26th. 



Met at Baddow. No scent. Very much 

 vexed on arriving at the river at Hull Bridge to 

 find the ferry boat had gone to be painted or 

 tarred or something; the result was a weary 

 tramp round by Battlesbridge. 



November 4th* 



Met at Downham. Mr. Carnegie said it 

 was only fit to dry clothes, not to hunt a fox, and 

 so he went home. 



November 9th. Thursday. Stow Bullocks. 



Fine day, cold, and cloudy at times. 

 Found at Fambridge Hall, but were unable to 

 get a fox away. Went to Mundon Furze, and 

 had a slow run with very catchy scent through 

 Purleigh Round Bush to Wright's Leys, and 

 on through Brook Mead Grove to Gale's, where 

 we lost. Found another at Hawe's Wood, 

 which took us to the Grove, then to Partridge's, 

 and back to Hawes, where I left them in the 

 wood. This being my first regular day with the 

 Union, turned out in pink for the first time in 

 my life. 



Note. — Don't I remember the sensation 

 caused by the writer's appearance in the same 



