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another wonder, but unluckily he missed this gallop, which was over a 

 country he shines in. 



Running close up to the Faggot Stacks, Mr. Giles, as he charged a bank 

 into a grass field, thought it about time to come down, but picking himself 

 up, got over wxU at the second attempt. The grass rode better than the 

 plough, and we slipped away nicely over the next two or three fields, and 

 leaving High Laver Hall on the right forty minutes from the time of leaving 

 Harlow Park, Bailey had to throw up the sponge at Little Laver Mill. It 

 was getting dark, and the rapidly hardening plough made the jumping very 

 tricky. INIr. Dent, of Harlow, getting a fall over the last fence, made the 

 baker's dozen who saw the finish. The Master, Mr. Arkwright, Mr. A. Peel 

 and Miss Peel, Mr. E. Pelly on his good black — the only one, I believe, 

 who on one horse had seen the whole day out, and seen it out, too, in his 

 usual place — Mr. C. E. Green, Mr. Grossman on his wife's good black, 

 Mr. Bevan on his new grey purchased from ]\Iaj or Green, and which carried 

 him like a bird after emerging from the first ditch, Mr. Newman Gilbey, 

 Captain and Mrs. Bruce and Mr. Giles. Roads were like glass hacking 

 home, and for two long weeks the severe frost that set in stopped hunting 

 altogether. 



