Hallingbury Place 



CHAPTER II. 



Hallinghuvy Place — A Record Season — Baikys Skill as a Huntsman — The Gilhey 

 Lead — Pavndon Woods — Gerald Buxton goes Home too soon — His Reverence 

 gets his blood up— John Archer Houhlon — A Run in the Fog from Balls Hill 

 Wood — A Clue at Last — Into the Warren — Not a Soul with Them— Stag v. 

 Fox-hunting — Mr. Doczuras Timber Jumper — Miss A. N. Docivra's ^^ Larry '^ 

 — Tawney Hall — The Fatter they are the better they go — A quick thing from 

 Mills s Fagot Stack — '^Daylight " — Mrs. Upton s'' Fairyland " — Shrove Tues- 

 day, 1896 — Rev. G. Ward Saunders on ^^Cockie" — The Essex Union — 

 Hutton Checkers — Mr. Wni. Gardiner and Dr. Carter — Park Hill Wood — 

 The Point-to-Point Races in 1896 — The Price and Barclay Match — " Spitjire" 

 — Mr. T. Mtlbank's ''Sir Frederick" — ''Bright Light" — Audley Blyth on 

 " The Actress"— Epping Long Green — A Day on the Grass — The Gregory- 

 cuin-Cook corner — "Kathleen" — The Key to Deer Park — Folloiv the Mate — 

 Charlie Webster — A Trying Run — Theydoii Grove — William Nicholson. 



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ONDAY last forms another link in the chain of success with which the 

 huntsman of the Essex Hounds has with such unrivalled skill been 

 slowly but surely welding round the season now in full swing — a 

 season that bids fair to beat the record of any that had gone before, as day 

 rapidly follows day of unequalled sport, for not only are foxes killed (the 

 surest way of preserving them), but we have runs of great length and bril- 

 liant bursts (the flashes of a huntsman's inspiration), which, although 

 surrounded and hampered as he so often is by a hard-riding field, he never 

 fails to bring off. 



Wasn't Monday last a fair sample of all I have stated ? But more 

 remains to be told. Who could find fault with the run in the morning 

 from the fagot stack ? The dash and drive of the Essex lady pack was a 

 treat to witness. How rapidly they shook off all but the hardest and 

 straightest riders in their first rapid sweep round Garnish Hall, by Theydon 

 Farm, and back to the stack heap ! How they stuck to their fox when he 

 was bolted again, and never left him for a second, until they marked him 

 to ground where he sought refuge in vain, and how beautifully they hunted 

 up to him and pulled him down in Mr. Avila's wood ! And all, or nearly 

 all, of this revel took place on the grass, and thirty minutes passed as 

 rapidly and pleasantly as heart could wish. 



