HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. S3 



country, and stiff indeed must be the fence to 

 stop that pair. 



On another occasion, Kving on the edge of 

 a wood, whose yard we constantly pass through, 

 we found him in furious altercation with a local 

 tradesman, whom he refused to allow to pass 

 through his gate, and we were all kept prisoners. 

 At last I went to him and asked permission to 

 come out. " Yes, yes, you can come," and he 

 let several of us through, but the tradesman had 

 to retire defeated, the farmer explaining, " I 

 don't mind the head 'uns, like you ; but ting- 

 tang things like he I won't have through my 

 place for anybody." 



Once at Cold Norton some people from 

 Maldon hired a few acres of land and most an- 

 noying they were one day when hounds were 

 running hard, they came out with sticks and 

 stopped the entire field ; but one of our party, 

 more diplomatic than the rest, produced golden 

 ointment which quickly appeased their wrath, 

 and we were allowed to proceed. I believe the 

 gentlemen were retired sweeps — at least, so I 

 was told. 



FOX IN A BOX. 



I was going one morning to meet the 

 hounds at Billericay, and, as I had often 

 done before, I took a fox in a box (at the 

 time I speak of foxes ran about the Bull Woods 

 like mice, and the Master was glad to make 



