THE LAWN MEET AT GREENSTED HOUSE 1 89 



In Screens a brace; most of us away with a good start, Mr. C. E. 

 Ridley opening the gate into the road near the Park ; young Mr. White 

 hopping over the rail, and hounds swinging away to the right and parallel 

 with the road. Everyone mad keen to be with them. Back at speed 

 towards Screens, leaving it on the right. So to the lane below it, " the 

 captain " opening the gate, the Master flicking in and out of the lane at the 

 same moment, hounds swinging under the next fence right across our front, 

 Mr. Whitaker sending Mr. Edwards's chestnut at the stiff fence out of the 

 plough in his own line. A merry hunt through Berners Wood — Mr. Sworder 

 on " Pinafore " leading on the left. Miss M. Morgan smashing the stile as 

 she followed Mr. Waters through the covert, the " General " hopping over 

 another as they came away from it ; Mr. Docwra landing over the gate (not 

 yours, Mr. P. Gold, that came later on) into the road, Mr. J. Marriage and 

 Mr. P. M. Evans hacking quietly down it, hounds crossing the same below 

 Garnish, and running fast over the plough, Mr. Jones on " The Colonel " 

 taking the lead directly the band began to play, and keeping it to the stack 

 yard at Good Easter, where the gallop came to an end — is all I can present 

 to you from my point of view. The hour, nigh 3 p.m., one-horse men 

 mostly going home, missing nothing much thereby beyond a pretty bit of 

 hunting, thanks to " Damper," who must have had cold: I never heard such 

 a note. Slow, but fast enough for the occasion, from High Roothing to 

 Canfield Hart, Mr. Sam Fitch taking a bath en voitte, having just volunteered 

 that the grey had never yet grassed him, whatever he might have done to 

 his son. Few left at the finish, and only two ladies, Mrs. Buckmaster and 

 Mrs. Bruce. Fifteen miles home for some of us, and the stars well out and 

 the moon well up ere we won it. 



The Lawn Meet at Greensted House. 

 on Monday (March 8th, '97) was very fashionably attended, and was 

 marked by a day's sport far above the average. 



It was a happy thought of Mr. and Mrs. Grossman's inviting the non- 

 hunting as well as hunting farmers to share in the hospitalities, which were 

 freely accepted by all the hunting fraternity who gathered at this pretty 

 spot : honoured for the first time in the annals of the Essex Hunt with a 

 lawn meet. " The Millbanks," Mr. Mumford, Mr. G. Hart, Mr. Christy, 

 Mr. J. Green, Mr. Dunlop, Mr. Avila, Mr. Waltham. Both Masters and 

 their wives, both Secretaries, the Hunt was well represented. Mr. and 

 Mrs. Gerald Buxton, Mr. A. S. Bowlby, Captain and Mrs. Bruce, Mr. 

 Barron, Mr. F. Ball, Mr. Carr, Mr. R. B. Colvin, Mr. Cowee, Mr. A. J. 

 Edwards, Mr. Giles, Mr. Loyd, Mrs. Mcintosh, Miss Morgan, Mrs. Neill, 

 Mr. H. J. Price, Mr. A. Radford, Major Ricardo, Mr. J. Sands, Mr. D. 

 Cunhffe-Smith, Mr. J. Swire, Mrs. Waters, Mr. J. Tyndale White, Major 

 Wilson, General Sir Evelyn Wood, V.C. ; on wheels Mr. and Mrs. Jump. 



It was simply a perfect day for hunting, bright, and with breeze scarce 

 sufficient to turn the vane to the east. 



In Kettlebury Springs Mr. Christy had a fox for us, and a lawn kill 

 followed a lawn meet, for they nailed him in Ongar Town in Mr. C. Smith's 

 garden at Land View House, only one maid out of three making a bolt of it 

 when the worry took place. By Stanford Hall brook side and over Mr. 

 Grossman's shooting preserves we reached Ongar Park, and in the heart of 

 the covert found at once. There was a great scent, and the bitches drove 

 their fox from end to end, forced him out in the open towards "the Fiddlers," 

 and brought him back across the Park with a swing and up to the Gravel 

 Pits. Hounds hovered for a second near the line, and then tore away 

 across the meadows for Rough Talleys. Both gates locked, and no outlet 



