FOXHUNTING 



" Come in you good fellows and take some refresh- 

 ment." Apparently the Vale members did justice 

 to the Hunt breakfast much to the disgust of the 

 Old Berks people who arrived on the scene just a bit 

 late to meet the full force of a good Hunt breakfast. 



I am told that in the day of Charley Hoare the 

 ladies were even more brave and bold than they 

 are to-day. A certain lady (Miss Sumner), who, 

 by the by, eventually became Mrs. C. B. Fry, wife 

 of the great cricketer, who apparently was hunting 

 in the V.W.H. country, was on a visit to a famous 

 Cheshire Pack, and telegraphed down to the Master 

 for his celebrated grey to enable her to have a ride 

 at a popular Meet. Well, the day and the horse 

 duly arrived for this particular fixture. A fox equal 

 to the occasion was quickly found in the surrounding 

 shrubbery and away galloped the field down the 

 drive, not so the celebrated lady, who turned the grey 

 for the iron park railing and then, over a wide 

 brook beyond, and got away with hounds without a 

 follower. Well, we can't always keep pace with 

 the ladies, can we ? 



In 1888 Mr. Butt Miller took over the Cricklade 

 pack and remained as its Master for twenty-two 

 years. My recollections of him are not very vivid, 

 but when you take a look at the length of his 

 Mastership we must place him well in the list of 

 popular and approved Masters. He showed capital 

 sport, although few would name him amongst the 

 " bruisers " to hounds, this may be a very good 

 reason why he stood up to his job and carried the 

 horn so many years. One feature of his riding lives 



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