GEORGE HARRIS 



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able places ; but, all the same, he will give you a better account 

 of a good line from Takeley Poorest or a gallop in the Roothings 

 when the last obsequies of the chase are being performed by 

 Bailey than most of those who have bucketed their horses, as 

 he knows every yard of the country. 



George Harris 



" A Bye Day in February 1897," or, How we Killed Mr. Todhunier's 



Pollard Tree Fox. 



Our hounds had met by invitation at Finchingfield, in the Essex 

 country, on Thursday, February i8th, and at short notice a Bye Day in the 

 home country was arranged. The Kennels at eleven. A south-west wind, 

 falling glass, and blue mist all against scent apparently ; but you can never 

 tell, said old Mr. Horner, as we jogged on to the meet together. Not more 

 than twenty there, another ten putting in an appearance before the day 

 was over: Mr. Loftus Arkv/right, Mrs. Bowlby, Colonel Jeffreys, Mrs. Neill, 

 Miss T. Buxton, Major and Mrs. Wilson, Mr. and Mrs. Grossman, Mr. and 

 Mrs. F. Ball, Mrs. Waters, Mr. W. and Miss D. Sewell, Messrs. Basham, 

 Horner, Price, Steele, A. S. Bowlby, Ford Barclay, Swire, Dr. Grubb. 



