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out of the loft at the inn on the Heath, and recalled with satisfaction the 

 glow of the fire on the cheerful faces of half-a-dozen out of the twenty-two 

 who had stayed for the end and the hospitable entertainment that followed. 



" And the bay still leads the van, 

 They may follow as they can, 

 And the d— 1 take the hindmost is the cry." 



We shall have few colder days this season, when 'tis possible to hunt, 

 than last Saturday, November 28th, 1896. The Kennels the meet— and no 

 time lost gettmg to work, hounds having a start of the field such as a 

 master of hounds must dearly love, when they came away from Moor Hall 

 and we raced for the gate at the top of the park to catch them— no one 

 fancymg the cut direct, the iron palings, although we have heard of horses 

 and know them too, Mr. Morris, that fancy that style of obstruction 



Sir Charles Cunliffe Smith 



Believe me, it was a chance thrown away. Any thruster— and there were 

 just a few on the thrust— who had chosen to get clear of the mad rush, and 

 quietly selected his own line, and the iron fencing, might have had a lead 

 of the lot, and caught hounds quicker than anyone, always supposing it 

 came off all right, and he hadn't broken his own or his horse's neck. 

 Don't forget it next time. However, there it was, and it was the gate we 

 went for, and the gate some missed, as they were carried beyond it in the 



