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A. B. Giles, Mr. C. E. Green, Mr. T. R. Hull, Mr. G. H. Lee, Mrs. Neill, 

 Mr. George Hart, Mr. A. Peel, the Misses Peel (two), Mr. J. G. Pelly, 

 Miss Pelly, Mr. H. Sworder, Mr. Roddick, Mr. and Mrs. H. J. Price, Mr. 

 C. E. Ridley, Mr. A. T. Sewell, Mr. A. R. Steele, Miss Steele, Mr. J. 

 Swire, Mr. J. Todhunter, Mrs. and Miss Waters, Mr. John White, Mr. J. 

 Green, General Sir Evelyn Wood, Sir W. Baillie-Hamilton, Tvlrs. E. J. 

 Wythes, Miss Yerburgh. 



The one stirring incident of the day from Barnsleys to Latton — no 

 forest-bred fox, or he would have gone out at the bottom for Canes. On the 

 Latton side he hadn't a chance, you say, Mr. L. B., what with road riders, 

 eager carriage folk, and reckless cyclists. Mark it for future guidance, and 

 take the centre of the wood with hounds, sir ! and leave the main road 

 clear, for Harlow Park foxes have a knack of running to Latton. The 

 cyclist who, Mr. Baddeley affirms, yelled at the fox as he came out towards 

 Latton Park ought to have been — I was very nearly adding hung, drawn, 

 and quartered— but ought at the least to have had his tyres attended to. 

 We passed him in Potter Street, getting all he could out of a high gear and 

 the excitement of horses thundering down the road behind him. 



Monday was not exactly a day we should have chosen for a mud bath ; 

 it was not freezing, certainly, but a keen cutting wind was blowing, which 

 the rays of even a February sun did little to temper ; so that the lady''' 

 whose horse rolled over with her in Parndon Woods, plastering her from 

 head to foot, showed a great deal of nerve and pluck in sticking to hounds 

 until the day had nearly dragged out its weary course. Only two foxes 

 seen all day. Coming on the top of Monday, does the fruit of Saturday's 

 sport taste as sweet in the mouth as it did on Sunday '? I have often been 

 loth to destroy the memories of a really memorable run by going out 

 hunting again for a week or ten days. I have often consoled myself 

 for missing a good one by the reflection — what can it matter a few years 

 hence ? 



Mrs. E. J. Wythes. 



