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round the Thrift, ran ahnost into the hounds' jaws. Up and down the 

 ditch they dusted him, taking the gloss off his coat ere, close at his brush, 

 they raced him into the Thrift, to push him through and lose him some 

 fifteen minutes afterwards near ]-31ue Gates, leaving many of us an eighteen- 

 mile hack home, which, in pleasant company, on a sound horse and a mild 

 December evening, has a charm of its own, after a long day in the 

 Roothings. 



Rev. G. Maryon Wilson, and Miss Wilson on White Roothing 



This group will be readily recognised by all who hunt in 

 the Canfield country. Mr. Maryon Wilson, Rector of Great 

 Canfield, always looked well after Canfield Hart and Wilson 

 Springs during the lifetime of his brother, the late Sir Spencer 

 Maryon Wilson, who owned these world-famed fox preserves, 

 and never allowed the shooting privileges which he enjoyed to 

 interfere with the sport of kings. The Rev. Wilson, as the 

 huntsman Bailey always calls him, to distinguish him from his 

 neighbour, Mr. John Wilson, of New Hall, High Roding, who 



