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celled in tliis form of steeplechasing, which he was the first 

 to introduce into the Essex country. Cold blew the wind 

 through the trees, as, beneath the shadow of his father's ivy- 

 covered church at Theydon Garnon, in the spring- of '^J, five 

 years after his dreadful accident, poor Hervey Foster was laid 

 to rest in the presence of those comrades who had ridden side 

 by side with him in many a stirring gallop and thrilling race. 



Untrainpled let the grass this Spring revive ; 



No breath of Spring can give us back our dead. 

 On " Pilgrim " once a victor, he is now 



The last lone pilgrimage compelled to tread. 



— R. Y. Bevan. 



Pilgrim 



Perhaps " Pilgrim " was one of the best horses he ever 

 owMied. ¥oY portrait see Matching Green, 1888, while a photo- 

 graph of a painting of his intelligent head is here reproduced. 

 He was a marvellous little horse to jump, and could gallop like 

 clockwork. I can vividly recall the distance he cleared over 

 hurdle, hedge, and ditch combined in one of my fields the day 

 Hervey Foster purchased him, I think for ^50. Going a rare 

 header over a yawner in a run from Man Wood to Down Hall 

 at the opening meet the little horse never forgot it, and I 

 very much (juestion whether he ever fell again. Second in the 



