o5 LEAVES I'ROM A HUNTINC; DIAKV 



This blue roan horse was formerly the property of his cousin, 

 Mr. C. E. Green, who never much fancied him as a fencer, 

 the animal having- a rooted objection to going slow at his fences. 



"Won't he be astonished the first time he carries you!" 

 said poor Jimmie Walmsley to Mr. Green ; and, sine dubio, he 

 was when he found that he was being sent at his fences in the 

 quick manner which Mr. F, Green had learnt over the high 

 timber in Australia, and which he carried into such successful 

 practice in Essex. A rare good horse for a long day, he was 

 the only animal that could keep near hounds on the Netteswell 

 day when Rolv Bevan killed his horse. 



Bluebeard ' 



The first time Mr. F. Green rode the roan was in the 

 Copped Hall country, when he was carried like a bird. Jump- 

 ing the brook that runs up to the keeper's house with such 

 ease (he was being run away with at the time) he tempted 

 Major Green and another, who saw the broad of his back, to 

 have a fling at it, but with result disastrous to the Major and 

 his friend, for they both went in. 



Une of the worst falls that Mr. (xreen ever e\[)erienced was 

 off "Grafton." In a run with the staghounds just after a 

 snowstorm, " Grafton " put his foot in a hole and turned clean 

 over. Mr. Green relates:—"! fell <)\cr his head in a little 



