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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



meet at High Laver, Wednesday, November 24th, which I am afraid 

 Miss Maud Gellatly, driving "The Plum,'":= did not see, though she pro- 

 bably fared as well as some of the following, who got down, for hounds ran 

 at a rare bat to Harlow Park, and the sun was right in their eyes : — The 

 Huntsman, Messrs. C. and F. Green, Major Tait and his nephew, Mr. Sheffield 

 Neave, Mrs. Waters, Captain George Capel - Cure, and many others. 

 Nearly nabbed in Mr. Wilson's nursery garden, he came away over the 

 Common, and running through Barnsley's, got to ground near the Kennels ; 

 afterwards a line we don't often run now, from Moor Hall to Pishobury. 



William Sworder 



William Sworder, of Stapleford-Tawney Hall, was not a 

 young man when I first made his acquaintance, but he was 

 what he always continued to be while he could throw his leg- 

 across a horse — a customer across country. With fine seat, 

 iron nerve and great experience, whatever horse he rode he 

 was always .seen in the van. No truer friend to hunting ever 

 lived. No more courteous gendeman have I ever met in the 

 hunting field or elsewhere. He was a fine type of the yeoman 

 farmer, a type, alas, which too surely is j:)assinq- away, but 

 which, while a Sworder ]i\-es at Tawncy Hall, will nc\-er die 



"The I'ium," formerly a favourite hunter of Mrs. Waters. 



