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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



twenty-five minutes we had been at him, and it was one 

 bits of hound work I have ever seen, and one of Bai 

 successes, for hounds never ran three consecutive fields 

 puzzle it out. As the Master remarked to me, " Had 

 more people out, he would never have killed his fox." 

 Neill (on her favourite cob). Miss T. Buxton, Major 

 Captain and Mrs. Bruce, Colonel Jeffreys, Mr. Basham, 

 J. Swire, were in at the death. 



of the most patient 

 ley's most brilliant 

 without having to 

 there been twenty 

 Mrs. Bowlby, Mrs. 

 and Mrs. Wilson, 

 Mr. J. Green, Mr. 



F. T. Basham 



This Is not the horse mentioned above, but the portrait of 

 a good hunter taken a good many years later, when Mr. 

 Basham was Hving at Hubbards Hall, within earshot of the 

 kennels and a stone's throw of the Harlow Golf Links, of which 

 Mr. Basham is hon. sec. Surrounded by genial neighbours and 

 good shooting, Mr. Basham has a very good time of it, and 

 as he knows wheat from turnips and barley from clover, and 

 still better when hounds are running and when they are not, 

 he never gets rated by the Master. He rarely goes home 



