FOXHUNTING 



expressed himself in these words, " Very many 

 thanks, Master, for the excellent day. I am afraid 

 I must now leave to get my train at Swindon," and 

 Butt replied in a few words, " I hope you will 

 catch it." 



There are other very good stories about Mr. Butt 

 Miller. Before he got well settled into his work, 

 two farmers were discussing the new Master. One 

 said to the other, " I haven't seen him yet, have 

 you ? " The other replied that he had, and having 

 been asked what he thought of him he remarked, 

 " Well, if his ears were a bit bigger, I guess he could 

 fairly fly." 



I believe there was an occasion when a tall, thin 

 man repeatedly came out hunting with an un- 

 manageable horse and each time with yet stronger 

 tackle ; at last Butt said to him, " All you want is 

 an anchor." 



It must have been a sorry day for Cricklade when 

 on April 30, 19 10, Mr. Miller's term of Mastership 

 came to an end. He must have spent a large 

 portion of his income in the town, seeing that his 

 well-appointed house stood on its border. Not 

 before or since has just this style been kept up. But 

 whatever tears were shed by Cricklade people on 

 April 30, on the going of Mr. Butt Miller, smiles 

 returned on the following day. May i, when Col. 

 Fuller entered upon his twenty-one years' active and 

 thorough work as a Master of hounds to the Crick- 

 lade pack. Col. Fuller, being of a modest nature, 

 preferred not to keep up a large establishment in 

 the town, and selected a small cottage and humble 



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