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'em. From (iarnett's to Canfield Thrift, and back to ground in 35 min. 

 Hounds shamefully pressed, &c. 



Mr. Darby now hunts with the Union. One of the most 

 sudden colds I ever caught came on from partaking of Mr. 

 Darbv's hos})itahty when he lived at Chigvvell, after we had 

 killed a fox in that country at the end of a rattling forty 

 minutes' hunt. The sparkling ale from the cool cellar was 

 delicious, but too chilling after the hot gallop. I understand 

 now why Hunt servants like " Dog's nose."' I wish that Mr. 

 Darby was back in the old country, and that I could try it 

 again under the same auspices. 



Alfred Darby on "The Cat" 



My diary notes that hounds had a very good run from Ongar Park on 

 Wednesday, Feb. 24th. Owing to very sharp frost they did not turn up 

 before twelve. Found at once in the big woods ; owing to the hard state of 

 the ground, I took things a bit too easy, and so was left behind. Mr. Lock- 

 wood, however, has another song to sing, another tale to tell, and you 

 shall have it verbatim. 



" Met at Toot Hill, found in Ongar Park, and ran to Gaynes across 

 through the Beachetts to Shalesmore, across the Stanford brook to Free- 



Ale with a dash of gin in it. 



