FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



Straight for Wanborough Church, where he thought 

 to enter an earth ; being foiled he turned left, passed 

 Lower Wanborough and right away to Acorn Bridge 

 on his way to Warneford Place. How many were 

 up ? A few farmers and Joe Willis as far as I re- 

 member, for I believe it was Cheltenham Gold Cup 

 Day. 



I have distinct recollections of a fast and reckless 

 ride in Capt. Kingscote's days. Hounds met at 

 Cricklade and proceeded to Keylocks Drain. When 

 I arrived I found myself behind 1 50 people waiting 

 in a narrow road to hear the view-hollo. No chance 

 here, I thought, to see either a fox or a hound. I 

 pulled my good horse " Wideawake," round in the 

 opposite direction ; he was one of the finest timber 

 jumpers I have ever ridden. We shot round a 

 back lane and over a couple of gates, and found 

 hounds were just in front of us. Then all out for a 

 few miles, to end up by jumping into a pond, an 

 unfortunate finish to a good ride of not more than 

 thirty minutes, probably less, but it was worth it. 

 Good fortune — or was it Joe Willis ? — directed me 

 to Capt. Oxley, whose butler produced the whiskey. 

 Poor old " Wideawake " was a bit lame for a few 

 days, but he soon got over it. Report has it that 

 this was the day of the season ; well, it may very 

 well be a true report, but I only saw half of it, but 

 what I saw was good : I make no complaints. 



One gets a deal of fun and quite good hunting, 

 for the going is good around Eastleach, the Crick- 

 lade border on the north side of the country. Fred 

 Honour would seem to farm most of the land in that 



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