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on over a large ploughed field, and luckily they hit it off 

 on the grass beyond, and he then crossed the Newark 

 and Melton Eailway at Hawton brickyard, where he 

 was viewed five minutes before us, the only time he was 

 seen since leaving Coddington. He went straight down 

 to the river Devan, and crossed it into a willow osier. 

 We found a bridge in the next field but one, Harry 

 Brown, my whip, wading through the river to get on 

 to Mr. Brockton's horse, which he kindly offered him 

 to save time. We then left Thorpe Village to the left, 

 on to the big grass field outside the Park at Stoke, where 

 we crossed the Foss Eoad. He turned to his right into 

 Stoke Holt, and ran alongside the river Trent, which I 

 thought for a moment he meant to cross. My second 

 horseman, however, hallooed him away from Stoke Holt 

 and he ran back by Thorpe, crossing the line we had 

 come, and by Elston, where he turned to his right, and 

 again crossing the Foss Road, we ran into him, within 

 two fields of Mr. Fillingham's house at Syerston. Those 

 who saw this run to the end were Mr. Wray, of Thurlby 

 Hall, Mr. Cecil Smith Woolley, of Collingham, Mr. 

 Aitcheson, of Thurlby, Mr. N. Cockburn, of Lincoln, 

 Mr. Baily, of Collingham, Mr. Brockton, of Earndon, 

 brother of the celebrated steeplechase rider, and two 

 others, besides myself and Harry Brown. George Mar- 

 shall, my second horseman, came up with us at Stoke. 

 The time was two hours and forty minutes. The farthest 

 point was nine miles and a half, in the course of which 

 we crossed three rivers and two railways, and ran out 

 of the Blankney through the Belvoir into the South 

 Notts, country. 



G. E. Jakvis. 



