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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



he threaded his way back over the Bury Farm, while the huntsman was 

 making a forward and fruitless cast through the Lower Forest. 



All this between the hours of i and 2 p.m. For two and-a-half-hours 

 more we rode the country, and while we rode we gradually chilled, for we 

 never found again, and gladly we galloped home for the fireside, tea, and 

 hot muffins, his Reverence on the grey having rather the best of the race in 

 the final spurt across the Plain. 



Rev. G. Ward Saunders on "Cockie" 



Thi.s good horse, formerly the property of Mr. Arthur C. 

 Balloch, came into the writer's possession as a gift (he has 

 never looked in his mouth), when Mr. Balloch left Essex, on 

 condition that he found him a kind home. The horse, it will be 

 admitted, looks fairly contented, but is never so happy as he 

 was when carrying Mr. Saunders on the one or two rare days 

 he could snatch with hounds from his busy round of work in 

 a large London suburb. 



The Essex Union. 

 I am almost afraid to conjecture the number of years that have elapsed 

 smce I last had the pleasure of a day with this noted pack, but methinks 



