EDWARD WAHAB 



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a full moon and as rosy as the setting sun. He had enjoyed this hunt as 

 much as anyone across the playing grounds of his youth, and seen it better 

 than most. It really was a nice little burst, and "Joseph" pleased me 

 immensely. 



Back now to Down Hall, Matching Park, and ne'er a fox until a chorus 

 of halloas beyond Heathen Wood set the machinery in motion. Up went 

 the hounds' heads, and wrong went the majority of the thrusters, and all the 

 Baileyites who forded the brook as the fox recrossed it ; and with hounds at 

 his brush, and half-a-dozen people with hounds, including Mrs. W. Buck- 

 master, Mr. Gerald Buxton and his Reverence, he was run into the Moor 

 Hall coverts. Mr. Arkwright — determined to have sport and to give Mr. 

 Chaffey Collin another chance on his third horse — pushed on to Barnsley's 

 without avail, and the hollow tree was of no use to Mr. Harrison, who, 

 after a rattling good run with the stag, had jumped on his hack just to see 

 what we were doing. Never have I known the springs in " Jenkins' " hind 

 legs so non-elastic, for that extra four stone on his back made all the 

 difference in the hack home. 



Edward Wahab's Fantail Team 



Tandem or unicorn, it matters not which, Mr. Wahab 

 handles the ribbons with a master's hand, and his famihar 

 figure is rarely absent from a good polo match or favourite 

 meet. Debarred by an accident from taking that vigorous part 

 in the pursuit of the fox, to which his heart prompts him, he 

 manages to extract a good deal of pleasure from driving all 

 sorts in the frequent driving tours which he takes through the 

 beautiful wooded scenery of England ; a pleasure which is 

 greatly enhanced by the society of his wife, who generally 

 accompanies him on his holiday excursions. 



