FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



in life. There are cases, of course, where this 

 medicine of recreation is not strong enough to 

 institute a break from the contact of business 

 and worries. To meet this state of affairs it is 

 imperative that one should take a look at another 

 side of life, in other words work away at some 

 new occupation which will eventually become a 

 real pleasure when one's ordinary business fails to 

 interest. 



During this trying years I must say that my 

 landlord, General Galley, was ever ready to meet 

 these difficult times, and without fear of contra- 

 diction I place him as the most popular man in 

 Wiltshire in his day. I use the word " popular " 

 without hesitation, for no one can attain popularity 

 unless he is well supplied with Nature's gifts, and 

 these General Galley had in full measure. I 

 count myself honoured to a high degree when I 

 claim to have farmed his land, joined his shooting 

 parties, followed him over the Gricklade Vale and 

 supported him in his politics. In the world of 

 Freemasonry I accompanied him on many occa- 

 sions. He was a man who could always find 

 something in common with everyone he met, and 

 he radiated good humour under any circum- 

 stances. Shall I ever forget attending a funeral 

 of a mutual friend ! We were walking together 

 across a meadow adjoining the church, when he 

 suddenly said to me, " Gharley, there is more grass 

 here than we seem to have at Burderop." My 

 reply was, " Ah, General, it's better land here." — 

 " Nothing of the sort," he rang out, " it's better 



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