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LEAVES FROM A HUNTINC DIARY 



Woods before he was headed. Turning back to Deer Park, the huntsman 

 had some difficulty with the indifferent scent, working out a Hue to Warhes. 

 En route over a trivial ditch near Deer Park, Captain Bruce's chestnut 

 horse " Roy " came down, and with the rider hung up and the horse 

 trampling about him, it was a marvel how the Captain escaped so lightly. 



Very few, except C. E. Green, D. Crossman, J. Green, R. Hill, N. 

 Gilbey, F. Basham, stayed to the end to see Pinnacles and Parndon Hall 

 coverts drawn blank. 



Rev. Austin Oliver 



Rev. Austin Oliver, like the immortal Jack Russell, is as 

 good in the pigskin as the wood, and like the Devonian, would 

 have been equally unhappy had his lines not been cast where 

 hunting obtained. Though he now lives in Hertfordshire, he 

 gets a taste of the royal sport that he enjoyed for so many 

 years in Essex when his father was Rector of Latton. Essex- 

 men would welcome him back in their midst. 



Wednesday, March i6th. Hatfield Heath, 12 o'clock. At the meet, 

 amongst others, the Master, Mr. Arkwright, Mrs. Arkwright, Arthur 

 Bowlby, Miss E. Bowlby, Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Gold (just back from their 



