MR. SWIRE IS RESCUED FROM A WATERY GRAVE 



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him into a tributary of the Cobbin brook, five men, led by Mr. Marter, 

 being told off for the rescue. 



A daughter of Mr. Frederick Green, of Hainault Lodge, 

 Miss M. Green now hunts more than her father, inheriting all 

 his keenness and enthusiasm for the chase. No day is too 

 long for her, no fence too big. Free from all jealousy in riding, 

 never in the way, never asking for girths to be tightened nor 

 gates to be opened, she is one of a class of hunting ladies whom 

 hunting men welcome in their midst, and whom they are proud 

 to follow. 



Miss Margaret Green on "Comet" 



At hot pace for Deer Park, across the lane and the big grass fields into 

 Galley Hills, and to make it good on the Monkhams side before slipping 

 back, and away with catchy scent to Copped Hall again, and a shooting 

 veto against further exploration of its preserves. 



"To Nasing Coppice and a certain find," said the Master, and for the 

 prettiest bit of hunting in the day. I like these evening hunts. What did 

 a well-known correspondent of the Field say last week ? May I quote his 



