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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



Shortly after leaving- Kettlebury Springs, as we were riding; 

 in the direction of Greensted, after threading a narrow planta- 

 tion where the first whip had a difference of opinion with his 

 horse about jumping out of it, and just after Bailey had dis- 

 mounted to open a gate (near a wire-guarded fence), and Mrs. 

 Carter's chestnut had landed her over one, this time without 

 touching it, out of a muddy lane a fox — not a uob-tailfd one 



Miss Georgie Waters on Gipsy 



— jumped up in view, and hounds fairly raced him into Green- 

 sted Wood. From this point we embarked upon a first-class 

 hunting run, slow but sure, travelling forward all the time over 

 a good country via Dewley Wood over the Ongar road by 

 Bobbingworth Hall Farm, Mr. Milbank giving us a cheery 

 greeting as we rode through his yard. Running nearly to 

 Moreton we held away for the Lavers, and ran up to our fox 

 — a bob-tailed one — (where did we change ?) in Belgium 

 Springs. A turn or two round the covert, one good ring in 

 the open, and he just saved his bob-tail by getting to ground 

 in the identical burrow that baulked us of a good gallop on the 

 opening day of the season from Matching Park. 



One hour and forty minutes we had been on the move. 

 The time is correct, for the Major checked it, and many one 



