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since neither hounds nor huntsman you'll see again this day — and yet, 

 hark a moment. Is not that a whip calling hounds together ! No mis- 

 taking that " Ku-up along, hounds." Some hounds, at any rate, are near, 

 and at the bottom of the wood we met Jack returning with the full muster, 

 which he had succeeded in stopping at Gaynes Park: but no huntsman, 

 and we left Messrs. Ball, Green, Bevan, and the Master going to look for 

 him as we rode homewards, with a deeper veneration than ever for Ongar 

 Park, and a weightier sense of the difficulties of riding to hounds in a fog. 



Miss Ethel M. Jones 



Miss Jones's name occurs a good many times in these 

 pages. It could hardly be otherwise where any attempt is made 

 to give the names of the leaders in the runs that are herein 

 described. Miss Jones is one of those ladies whose presence 

 in the hunting field is ever welcomed by the keenest and most 

 enthusiastic follower of the hound and horn, for she always 

 rides her own line. In her early days with the Essex Hounds 

 she used to follow her father ; now, in 1899, if I am not much 

 mistaken, her father is very glad if he can follow her, as he 



