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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



you the country through if no more sporting one you shall find. A small 

 band we started and a small band we kept, and if one man couldn't find a 

 way through a rough fence another did, and to have dropped the clue for a 

 second would have been fatal, for you could never have seen hounds two 

 fields ahead. We had to ride at them and with them, Mr. Seymour 

 Caldwell leading on the right, with Mr. Cockett and Mr. Lee in his tracks 

 flipping over a stiff stile without hesitation. Mr. Harry Sworder, the 

 huntsman, Mr. Avila, Henry John Miller, his son Jack, Mr. G. Lobb, and 



William Patchett, Q.C. 



Mr. Cook all in a bunch on the left, for through some fences there was only 

 one way, and quick was the word, as turned aside for a moment by wire we 

 dropped over the blind ditch into the lane under Stapleford Hall, swung 

 round it and just as hearts beat high and expectation ot a great run was on 

 the point of realisation, our fox nipped through a hole in a barn wall, but 

 for this ten minutes of the very best we were grateful. Horses were 

 lathering freely, men were hot, and the reaction came as we rapidly cooled, 

 while an hour was spent in vain trying to dislodge this artful dodger. 



