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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



typhoid fever. I ]vivc made many friends in the hunting- field, 

 and met scores of kind, good-hearted fellows, hut never one I 

 liked hetter than Jimmie Walmsley. P>ee from any trace of 

 jealousy in his riding, yet always in the front rank, and always 

 ready to catch a loose horse or help a comrade in distress, it 

 was an honour to ride anywhere near him. Possessing perfect 

 hands and lirm seat, he was the type of a linished horseman. 



Harlequin 



and it was a treat to see him come over a big drop or steer 

 a horse over the steeplechase course at Harlow. " Beau 

 \\'almsle\- " he might well have been called, for he was as 

 neat in his get-up as he was courteous in manner. 



" Harlequin," a whole-colour bay gelding, standing 15.3, by 

 "Outfit" out of "Constance," a blood-like mare up to 15 

 stone, and formerly a favourite hunter of the late Mr. N. Parry, 

 Master of the Puckeridge Hounds. " Harlequin " was bred by 

 Mr. C. J Phelips, of Briggin's Park, in Hertfordshire. The 



