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these big coverts. At 4 p.m Mr. C. E. Green gave the order to draw Rough Talleys. The 

 field had greatly diminished, as horses had had a tiring day. We hardly expected to find, as 

 hounds being so close all day, we thought the varmint would have taken himself oft'. 



" Bailey changed on to his good roan ' Matching,' and was not long before he had his 

 hounds in covert ; they very soon opened, and were rated, as hares were seen, but Mr. Fitch 

 shouted to Mr. Green that he had seen a fox, and, true enough, he was trotting across the plough, 

 a regular cool customer, for half way across the first field he sat down and had a look round, as 

 much as to say, ' I don't care for you,' but he did later on. 



" Mr. Green, ever alert, at once blew his horn, and Bailey had his hounds out in a trice, 

 and away we went, thinking it would be the same old game, Ongar Park, &c. Hounds ran 

 by the Rifle Butts across the lane into Ongar Park Wood, and going parallel with the lane 

 broke at the top corner through Gaynes Park over Banks's lane. Here Mr. Buxton got a 



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view of him as he tried the drain at the back of Mr. Miller's ; he then ran over the road up 

 the grass field towards the Brick Fields and into the Beachetts, and running through the covert 

 broke away by the keeper's lodge (Mr. Avila here remarks that he lost his hat jumping out 

 of the covert, the pace being too good to stop and recover it — Ed.), and led the field a nice 

 dance over the grass fields, the scene of last year's Pomt-to-Point. Mr. Waters was going 

 strong at this period of the run, but suggested as hounds flew up the steep hill that they ought 

 to steady, but there was no time for that. After Mr. James Miller's spinney, hounds sank the 

 valley, running through Well Eves by Barrick Farm, and twenty-acre wood, Mr. Green, Mr. 

 and Mrs. Waters, Mr. and Mrs. W. Sevvell, Miss Doro'.hy Sewell, Mrs. Barron, Mr. G. 

 Buxton, Mr. Swire, Mr. R. Y. Bevan, Major Ricardo, all well up and (j?V)— Oh, by the bye, 

 Mr. Fitch looking superb on his fine grey horse. Here a momentary check occurred, but 

 only momentary, for hounds streamed out over the grass field — it was grand to see them — and 

 running through the next small covert, turned to the right, and ran over Mr. Waltham's big 

 fields to the river, which they crossed (the field riding for Shonks Mill and across Howlett's 

 Hall Farm,* and so to Curtis Mill Green. Through this covert hounds drove their fox and 

 away over Mark Lenny's Farm, the field now being reduced to Bailey, Mrs. Waters, Mrs. 

 Barron, Mr. Swire, Major Ricardo, Mr. Waltham, who had left hounds before this fox was 

 found, but hearing them full cry near his house, jumped on his mare, who had just had a pail 

 of gruel, and joined in, and the writer. Hounds then crossed the road and ran to Pyrgo Big 



* One of Mr. F. Avila's Farms. — Ed. 



