FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



Highworth, a real good fellow to hounds all his 

 long life, a real handyman was he, one who lost 

 many a ride by having to stop to bind up a broken 

 limb. A kind friend he was to me on a certain 

 day in the Water Eaton Vale when I broke a collar- 

 bone over some iron railings going up into Hanning- 

 ton out of the Vale. He possessed a keen sense of 

 humour and just loved to pull your leg. You were 

 never quite sure whether he was serious or not, 

 even his wife often misplaced his intentions. What 

 a laugh he created one afternoon at Can Court — 

 I am very much afraid at Mrs. Powell's expense. 

 One hopes she will not mind the tale being repeated. 

 It was a bitter cold afternoon and we were all 

 standing about getting a fox out of " Titcombe's 

 Drain." Mrs. Powell said, " Well, I am going 

 inside by Mrs. Titcombe's fire and get a warm up 

 with a drink," and thereupon handed her horse 

 over to the doctor. However, it was not long before 

 a few more of us thought the idea a good one and 

 proceeded to join her, including the gallant doctor. 

 When we got inside, Mrs. Powell exclaimed, " Oh, 

 Jim, what have you done with the horses ? " — 

 " Turned them loose," says Jim. — " Well, how are 

 we to get home then ? " — " Walk," says he, *' it's 

 capital good exercise." 



On another occasion we were all standing in the 

 road waiting developments of a draw. Mrs. Powell 

 got very impatient and said, " Oh, where are we 

 going, Jim ? " and the reply from the doctor was, 

 " We aren't going anywhere, we are just standing 

 still." 



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