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o-radually became better, and can now ride a pony with some 

 degree of comfort and a great deal of pleasure. Blessed with 

 a good eye to hounds and wonderful knowledge of the country, 

 a fox is rarely run into without his being present, any day he 

 is out. 



R. Womersley 



A brother-in-law of George Dawson's, a very keen man to 

 hounds in the seventies. He was a rum 'un to follow, a 

 bad 'un to beat, when I first made his acquaintance in '79. 

 His " Newman Noggs," " Treasure Trove," a beautiful bay, and 

 a little chestnut as bold as a lion, (but not always perfect over 

 timber Mr. Dawson — eh ?) — were three as good horses as any 

 mortal could wish to ride. Mr. Womersley took very keenly 

 to polo, and was one of the promoters of the West Essex Polo 

 Club. 



Is it an old woman's tale that dipping your fingers into water in which 

 eggs have been boiled produces warts ? It may be so or may not, but 

 that drinking coffee in which two fresh eggs had been carefully cooked just 

 three and three-quarter minutes about 4 a.m. one October morning some 

 eighteen years ago — to be precise, October 11, 1 881 — produced no ill effects, 

 a certain individual can testify who, after a hack of some thirteen miles, 

 found himself at Takeley Forest at 6.30 a.m., and later at Wallbury Dell, 



