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White, who perhaps has seen more foxhunting than 

 most men in the Vale of White Horse. His son 

 John I place well in the list of finished horsemen, 

 he has such a beautiful seat and setting. 



Reg. Hewer, who tells us the tale of the Charley 

 Hoare days, no doubt thinks of many others when 

 he reflects on his long life in the hunting field. I 

 have often heard him sing the praises of Dudgrove in 

 the old days of his father. What a sporting centre 

 for game of all description it must have been in 

 the days of profitable farming ! 



Amongst the heavy-weights no one would deny 

 Nipper Sutton a good place in his best days. 

 Well up and well over one usually found him when 

 hounds were running. 



For many years Cecil and Mrs. Wilson were keen 

 followers of the Vale Hunt. No two people ever 

 kept such close contact in the hunting field, they 

 were both bold and brave, and the Major loved a 

 foxchase up to the very end, but their following of 

 hounds had a technique of its own. One often 

 saw them turn from the wake of the Hunt and 

 take off to what appeared to be the opposite direc- 

 tion. This has been described as " skirting." As 

 we all know, this type of hunting followed to its 

 ultimate conclusion can leave you wondering what 

 to do next, and you finally decide you must jog 

 oflf home. On the other hand you may, if lucky, 

 have a wonderful time on your own. This, I feel, 

 describes the riding to hounds of these lovable 

 people. 



A friend of all in the Hunt was Dr. Powell, of 



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