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Colonel Paget, C.B., Mr. F. Farquharson, and Mr. Neil Harenc and Miss B. 

 Harenc, being among the dozen who saw the finish. 



Contrasting sport in that part of the world with what one sees in Essex, 

 one can hardly fail to notice how many more farmers hunt in Dorsetshire 

 than Essex, or experience how much easier it is to hire a good horse for an 

 odd day. 



Last Monday it blew half a gale when we met at Bentley Mill, and the 

 sun was getting low in the heavens before we found a fox — a real wild 

 customer — in Curtis Mill Green, and ran him slowly and with scent in- 

 different nearly to Ongar Park, enough to warm us and send us all home 

 cheerful and happy, and fencing sufficient to show that the popular Major 

 (Major Wilson was paying a visit to the old country) hadn't forgotten the 

 art of getting across any obstacle a bit quicker than most civilians. 



Running past Rochetts 



No other special incident to recall, unless, perhaps, one of the neatest 

 bits of fencing I have witnessed for many a long day, when Mr. Reginald 

 Cunliffe-Smith, to avoid a long trot up one side of a hedge and down the 

 other (which the rest of the field, following their shepherd, Bailey, were 

 engaged in), charged a very stiff post and rails into a lane, which, at the 

 angle he had to take it, necessitated clearing on the far side some wire 

 netting almost on the same level as the rails, but some feet away from 

 them — a wire and timber double — in fact, a fence that, however well it 

 might have suited a Colonial, would have stuck up a Pytchley or a Quorn 

 field to a man. 



One other little incident — one that certainly pleased me — to see INIr. 

 Lawrence Buxton, one of the latest additions to our first flighters, sustaining 

 the Buxton tradition of riding straight to hounds by boring his way through 



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