no HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 



and, to add to our misery, the boiler burst. But 

 all things, good and bad, come to an end, and 

 so did the frost ; and one steaming afternoon I 

 set out on my return journey, accompanied by 

 a very beautiful large white bull-dog called 

 " Punch,'' a present from an officer going on 

 foreign service. 



Punch and I had a carriage to ourselves, 

 and as we slowed up for Chelmsford I saw 

 standing on the platform one or two men of my 

 acquaintance, one of whom was about to enter 

 my carriage. When he saw through the foggy 

 window a female : " No," said he, " don't catch 

 me travelling alone with a lady." The other 

 replied, " I should not mind the lady, but I don't 

 fancy the dog " ; and I was left very happy with 

 Punch as my companion. An event had only 

 recently occurred with reference to travelHng 

 alone with a lady. The next time I met that 

 cautious man, I had the greatest pleasure in 

 reminding him how he had been afraid to travel 

 with me. 



Hunting days were Punch's especial 

 horror; he used to spend the time away from 

 his comfortable arm chair by the fire, anxiously 

 looking out for my return, and when the happy 

 moment did arrive he did his best to sulk and 

 look as if he did not remember me. 



A PLUNGE INTO HULL BRIDGE. 



One evening we were all returning from 

 hunting through Hull Bridge (the name is most 



