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the grass again at score, and over the bank, and over the hne, for another 

 sharp turn has caused hounds to over-run it, and made the Master use some 

 naughty cuss words. Words which CoL Lockwood, in his witty speech on 

 the occasion of presenting Mr. C. E. Green with the big brass pot, as he 

 styled it, at the Holborn Restaurant the following week, declared that he 

 never heard on the County Cricket Ground. Oh dear, no ! If anyone 

 missed an easy catch, it was, "So sorry!'' — " Oh, that's all right ! don't 

 apologise," from Mr. Owen or Mr. Kortright. All the same. Captain Bruce, 

 Mr. Grossman, and two or three more of us, didn't succeed in looking as 

 innocent as we ouerht to have done. 



Thomas Cowee on " The Rebel " 



Away again for Shalesmore, Mr. Avila cutting a corner. Nothing like 

 a farmer for going a short cut over a bit of wheat ; he knows the price of 

 it. Down the side of Shalesmore hounds tore along, and those who were 

 nearest to them suflered for it, as half-way down hounds turned through the 

 covert. Those who had selected the middle ride had a rare pull over the 

 next two or three heavy fields, up-hill every yard. Hounds feathered a bit 

 as they came away. Giving them plenty of room, Mr. E. Ball, Mr. Cross- 

 man, and Mr. Carr set to work to catch them again, as they ran very 

 keenly when they got on the grass. " Can you get out of this ?" asked the 

 huntsman, as we jumped out of the Mount road. " Yes," we shouted, as 



