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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



Arkwright, Bob Ball, Green and Tyndale White. It is worthy of note 

 that it snowed, more or less, every day this week. 



The Annual Meeting was held at the Green Man, Harlow, on Monday, 

 March nth, and as usual we had a very good day, although it commenced 

 badly by chopping a vixen in Barnsleys. Reaching Parndon Woods at 

 2.20 p.m., we had barely gained the middle of these when hounds opened 

 and raced out at the top end, Messrs. Crosse and Bobby Wood going with 

 them. Mr. Green turning back did not catch hounds before they reached 

 Maries Wood. No one had viewed the fox away; he was off directly hounds 

 were put in, and with a burning scent over the grass they lanced along to 

 Maries, Bailey, Jim, Mr. Bob Ball and Mr. R. Wood being well up. In 

 Crane's stack yard our fox made a sharp turn over Kemsley's wheat, crossed 

 the road just below the Vicarage and came down to the Cobbin brook, 

 which proved a stumbling-block to many. Bob Ball managed it first, and 



A Meet at "The Green Man" 

 After a Painting by Edmund Ethelston 



got to hounds quicker than any one, followed by Mr. Kemp; after a slight 

 hover on Hitchman's wheat they ran like smoke to New Farm Wood, a 

 stiff post and rails near the plantation on the hill shutting us out for a 

 moment ; but Mr. H. B. Dickinsons's lead was soon accepted, also Bailey's, 

 through a thick bullfinch as we neared the forest which brought Mr. Kemp 

 down, Mr. Edwards escaping with a hat knocked off, but the guard held. 

 Approaching the Warren I thought it good enough to ask Bailey for the 

 brush, but it was not to be.''' Hunting most beautifully along the boundary 

 fence hounds turned over it just below the Lodge gates and ran the road to 

 the bottom of Copped Hall Green by Woodridden \\'ood and away over Mr. 

 Webster's Farm, where Mr. Price stuck in a ditch as he essayed to land on 



Bailey lliinks a premature request for the brush fatal to killing. 



