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half-a-dozen hounds feathered on the Hne, and away they swung again 

 over the grass by Mr. Freeman's, and down to the river and to its brinks 

 rode the huntsman and nearly all the field ; Mr. Bevan, Mrs. Bowlby, 

 Mrs. G. Buxton, General Wood, Mr. Avila, Mr. Barron, and half-a-dozen 

 more going for the ford on the left, and catching hounds in the Navestock 

 plantation. 



Beautifully, without any assistance, hounds took it through and up to 

 the lake, and ran its margin down the big pasture, where Mr. Tyndale 

 White joined us, and in the road near Navestock Hall the huntsman and 

 his following, who had had a stern chase round by Shonks Mill, got up to 

 hounds ; running behind Mr. Steill's house, they crossed the road and raced 

 away for Navestock, slipping nearly all the field, but coming back bang 

 through the middle of them towards Dudbrook, where this good run of one 

 hour and thirty minutes (fifty of it in the open) practically came to an end. 

 How well Mrs. Bowlby, Mrs. Arkwright, Mrs. Buxton and Mrs. Grossman 

 (who was riding Mr. Giles's pony) went through this run, all those who 

 were up at the finish will bear me witness. 



Galley Hills 



Galley Hills. 



Quite one of the jolliest days I ever remember was Wednesday, March 

 loth, from these noted coverts of that staunch preserver of foxes and 

 ex-master of hounds, Mr. R. Beale Colvin, and so said a great many more 

 who are fond of hunting (hound work), galloping and jumping, and, 'faith, 

 before sun had set they had had their fill. The pity of it, hounds did 

 not kill, but the Galley Hill Foxes take as much killing as the Parndon 

 veterans (for one of which I once offered £1 to the huntsman if he could 

 handle within a certain period). I now renew this offer for a Galley Hill 



