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As we got through as best we could we found to our dismay that the 

 lodge gate was locked, and the park railings scarcely jumpable. Hurrah ! 

 as luck would have it, up came a man with a key ; what a time he seemed 

 to take opening the gate, yet it was scarce a minute since our fox was 

 viewed. Hounds had thrown up near the road opposite Mr, Macrae's 

 Farm, but hitting it off again they swept along like a prairie fire and 

 raced up the hill, leaving Beachetts on the left, through a small plantation 

 at the corner of which Mr. Sworder on his young 'un carried away a 

 hand-gate and a gentleman in mufti rattled the rails on the left into the 

 plough beyond, on through another small spinney, over the large fields, 

 and hounds threw up near Berwick lane. I3ailey cast them forward, and 

 once more getting on the line they run well up to Toot Hill and lost their 

 fox at the top end of Ongar Park Woods. A few more coverts were drawn 

 without result, but hunting's sweet memories were refreshed and horses 

 conditioned. 



Harry Sworder 



Worthy son of a worthy father, the late William Sworder, 

 of Tawney Hall. No name figures more frequently in these 

 pages than Harry .Sworder's. No better rider, no better 

 sportsman, or more popular man shall you meet with in the 

 Essex country. Thanks to his good judgment, fine horseman- 

 ship, and even temper, he is very successful with the young 

 'uns, upon whose backs he gets most of his sport. Any horse 

 that has been in Harry Sworder's hands for one season with 

 the E.H. is eagerly sought after. Shalesmore, a covert on 

 his land, is almost as sure a find as Tawney Hall — 



