lOO LEAVES FROM A HUi\TI\(J DIARY 



Hampton's, before he became fashionable, out of a baker's cart 

 for /.^^o, and she was the only exception I have ever known to 

 what I say above. I sold her to poor Harry Brassey for a lot 

 of money." 



Tis quite true that Mr. White favours little ones, but they 

 can all gallop, otherwise they would be no use to one who loves 

 the pace, and without any flattery, possessed of perfect hands 

 and seat, is one of the smartest men to hounds in a quick thing 

 I have ever seen in P^ssex. 



Tyndale White 



You iiuist take the rough with tlie smooth. Mr. Jones, I find 

 that I chant your praises a good deal ; so now for my notes of 

 Wednesday, January 28th, when we met at Toot Hill and found in Mr. 

 Christy's cabbages. Without any warning they were away, and Charley 

 McKee on " Squealer " (a good harness cob, but bad lumter) found 

 he could not go the pace. At starting the fences were very awkward and 

 necessitated following the huntsman's lead. In the plantation near 

 Greensted House he had to jump off and open a gate on a slippery 

 bridge over the brook, and while holding his horse you came rushing up 



