FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



hundred years in advance of us." This declaration 

 I took to be a great compHment to my country. 



During my week's stay with the Count and his 

 family I came across many others who were of the 

 opposite opinion — indeed were very doubtful of the 

 success of the Nazi regime. 



I met a lady visitor staying in the house who, by 

 the by, could speak the English language even 

 better than I could myself, who disclosed the view 

 that there was a large volume of opinion amongst 

 the old ruling classes who were looking for an 

 explosion sooner or later. I remember too the 

 expression on the faces of the peasant classes. On 

 my arrival it was " Heil Hitler ! " with lightning 

 speed and a hearty voice, but when they began to 

 realize that I was not a member of the Gestapo, 

 what a different greeting I got when meeting them 

 in the fields or around the farm buildings, and finally 

 when I packed my bag I was besought to come 

 again. 



To conclude the record of this pleasant visit I 

 must recount my experience on my way back. 

 When I motored up to Hanover to take the 'plane 

 for England my departure was not quite so pleasant. 

 What a ruthless examination I was subjected to ! 

 Every rag in my bag was examined and then when 

 I had carefully re-packed I was tapped on the 

 shoulder and taken into a room for a personal 

 search, not exactly stripped, but every pocket and 

 corner of my clothes turned out. 



What a contrast I found on arriving at Croydon ! 

 There the Excise officer spotted my Masonic number 



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