MR. BASHAM KILLS HIS HORSE 



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Mr. H. j. INIiller managed to see b)- taking the right side of Barbers. The 

 Mate, who was riding •• Gipsy," came to grief. Mr. Basham had the mis- 

 fortune to stake and kill his horse ; another young fellow (I suppose Basham 

 was young then) was stunned by a kick from his horse : where Arundel 

 went to, who was staying with Mr. F. Green and riding his horse '• Gran- 

 tham,'" I do not know. Altogether a chapter of accidents, though Jenkins 

 on the roan horse made no mistake when he led over the gate which a cob 

 had refused. The Mate and self have to thank Harry Bagot for the red- 

 letter day from Boyton Cross at 7.30 in the morning, Saturday. October 

 20th. for it was only at his instigation at a bachelor dinner held overnight 

 that we were persuaded to go. The Mate (he washghter in those days) rode 

 a well known polo pony, " Limerick " (formerly the property of Mr. C. Ellis) ; 

 Bagot was mounted on his black mare : and " Bosphorus,"' once Mr. R. B. 

 Cohins favourite hunter, carried Pomponius Ego— undipped ; let it be 

 noted, his long jacket told on him before the run was over. 















The Hare and Hounds, Roxwell 



Starting at 5 am., we arrived at the meet in time to greet our friends ; 

 their number at the early hour of 7.30 was not legion. Capel Cure (2). 

 R. Ball, Teddy Tufnell, Mr. E. Gibson, Mr. H. E. Jones, Mr. H. Philby, of 

 coarse the Master, who was riding his new black '• Shamrock." Finding in 

 the Osiers at Roxwell, hounds ran hard for one hour and a quarter by 

 Boyton, over the hill and away for the Bushetts, but turning back came 

 through College Wood and Bush Wood nearly to Reformatory, across Mr. 

 Marriage's garden and back to Boy ton j pulling their fox down in the 

 open below !NIr. J. Christy's house. ,^^ .:ii v 



Mr. H. E. Jones fairly played the pioneer, most of the time, and Mr. E. 

 Gibson, who was then living at Screens, did the hospitable host afterwards, 

 hot soup being a welcome feature at one of the best hunt breakfasts I have 

 ever sat down to; the good run in the crisp morning air having put an edge 

 [on our appetites as keen as razors. I wonder whether Mr. Gibson still 

 possesses the huge Russian bears which looked almost life-like as they stood 



