THE NEW REGIME 



The end of the day 

 Brought Barker to bay, 



Up White Horse nook 



He scrambled to look, 

 For the tireless grey. 



Let's drink to the few, 

 When rein they drew. 



At Kingston Lisle, 



To rest awhile. 

 Historic hunts to chew. 



P.S. Apologize to Farmer Cook, 



Whose cows their meads forsook, 



You hunting fellow 



In pink and yellow. 

 Or in a Court you'll look. ' 



From those up we can name the Master, Col. 

 Fitzgerald, Major Bond, E. K. Nesbit (who I 

 remember was making enquiries on the miles to 

 Kemble), Capt. Dalgety, Sydney Maundrell and a 

 few others. Charley Hoare, the first Whip, I can 

 see stone cold, or rather his horse was making an 

 effort to walk to the finish. 



Another capital run came from the same Meet, 

 again this year of Grace 1939. Barker leading the 

 way from Lotmead to Swindon. I have already 

 mentioned that good sport started in this area by 

 the coming of Capt. Kingscote, but no one will 

 deny that the credit of these lively days is almost 

 entirely due to the amount of energy and time put 

 in by two farmer friends to the Hunt, Billy Gibbs 

 and Percy Godwin. They have opened up this 

 good country and made it rideable, and to them I 



165 M 



