i2 4 ECHOES OF SPORT 



I was mounted on the most perfect hunter 

 in my cousin's stables ; I have often won- 

 dered at his generous confidence in entrust- 

 ing her to me a tall brown mare of 16.2, 

 with beautiful manners and jumping powers 

 beyond description. 



It is getting on for twenty years since that 

 day, and I can best describe its joys and 

 emotions by quoting two extracts from an 

 old diary. 



" Tuesday, March n, 1890. Went for a 

 short ride with W. He on a polo pony and 

 I on ' Judy.' She is perfect, and jumps big 

 enough to clear a house. Hurrah ! I am 

 going to hunt to-morrow for first time, but I 

 feel very sure as Judy knows all her business. 



" Wednesday, March 12. Oh, what a day 

 I had ! The meet was at Haseleour, seven 

 miles off. I got into the saddle at eleven and 

 never got out of it till 6.30. We had three 

 very nice runs ; one fearful long jog back to 

 Statfold, then ran to Amington. We found 

 in Thorpe gorse, and ran with a good many 

 checks nearly to Measham. I followed K. R. 



