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LEAVES FROM A HUNTINCi DIARY 



driven back by the wire to the canal path, where intelHgence was gleaned 

 that hounds were running close at their fox along its margin. We wanted 

 a native guide badly, for the further we rode the canal side the further we 

 were riding from any known coverts, and remoter every moment became 

 our chances of seeing hounds again, should they after all have gone for 

 Galley Hills. However, once having made up your mind, stick to it ; so 

 a dozen of us followed, not Mr. Avila in his second essay over the meadows, 

 but held on until we had definite news of hounds. 



H. W. Horner on "Rupert" 



Mr. Horner, like his father, is very fond of hunting. A hard 

 rider without any jealousy, he much prefers his own line to 

 gap shoving, and although he only keeps one horse, he manages 

 to get as much real enjoyment out of that one as some men do 

 out of twenty. The chestnut gelding on which he here figures 

 is by "Reveller," dam by " Randolph," and although his owner 

 is a welter weight, he rarely ever comes down. 



