HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 47 



snow storms. Charles Tabor and I agreed to 

 see them draw S quags Grove and then off home. 

 We were no distance to speak of, but before one 

 had time to think of it hounds were racing away 

 on a burning scent, and on they went, every 

 yard taking us further from home ; but the end 

 came at last, and after a nine mile point the fox 

 was killed at Woodham Walter Church ; and, 

 after such a good run, we did not complain of 

 the long dark ride in front of us. 



February 4th, 



Rochford was the Meet. Had a very good 

 run from the Bull Woods to Lion Creek, 

 Paglesham. We went by Clement's Hall, 

 Ashingdon, Hyde's Wood, Pudsey Hall, by 

 Canewdon (where the Witches dwell in peace to 

 this day)"^, Lambourne Hall, and down to the 

 water, where Mr. Fox beat us. 



At one time during this good run I found 

 myself hanging head downwards, having been 

 swept clean out of the saddle by a thick fence. 

 Fortunately Tiger knew as much as most 

 people, and, finding out something was wrong, 

 remained quiet until Charles Tabor came up 

 and set me free. No damage was done, and we 

 went on again. 



February 25th. 



Met at Hockley ; not much of a day. The 

 only reason I remember anything about the day 

 is, Rebecca, the big chestnut mare, broke her 

 pastern bone : it was done in such a foolish way. 



