COLONEL F. T. FANE 



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Mr. D. Christy on his prize chestnut, Mr. Brindle exercising one of Mr. 

 Sheffield Neave's big blood ones, young Mr. Marriage, Mr. Raby, Miss 

 Tippler, Mr. Tilling, Mr. Hepburn. My Monday's horse may have blessed 

 you, Easterby, if I didn't, when you rolled head over heels in front of me 

 on the road — the second time, you tell me, that the chestnut has served 

 you that trick (it looked a good deal more than a bruised knee at the time) 

 — for at that moment hounds struck the open in the Mill Green direction, 

 and for all I kenned as I rode steadily homewards after seeing you up, 

 might have been having the run of the season. It struck me that the field 

 who meant business would have some leeway to make up, for the majority 

 of them started two fields to the bad, with hounds out of sight. 



Colonel F. J. Fane on "Royal Chieftain" 



Colonel Frederick J. Fane on " Royal Chieftain," an Irish 

 hunter by "Sprig of Shillelagh," a good stamp indeed (look 

 how he's ribbed ! ) for the Essex country, particularly the 

 Monday side, with its high banks and blind ditches, where the 

 Colonel is such a shining light, not only in the art of riding to 

 hounds over the cramped fences that there abound, but in 

 always having a fox in his coverts in the Kelvedon country 

 for himself and his friends to ride after, for which we cannot be 



