MR. V. E. GREENS "MAXIM 22 1 



On Saturday, Dec. 5th, Mr. Harry Sworder ■■ tried his hand on 

 "Tinker," and confessed afterwards that he never had such a doing in his 

 life. This horse, as I said before, had only one side to his mouth, and 

 I must honestly say was about the worst mount I ever had. 



From Row Wood to the heap of fagots was short, but quick enough to 

 weed most of them out, except Mr. J. Tabor, Mr. Du Cane and Jim. 

 Finding again near Wilson Springs, we had a hunting run of nearly an 

 hour. 



Mr. Green had sent us all by road to the Hart, so hounds got away 

 by themselves, but came back to those who, in desperate haste, rode to 

 overtake them, or who, with Messrs. E. Ball and G. Sewell, recognising 

 that they were thrown out, held quietly on, until, on comparatively fresh 

 horses, they could join in as the chase crossed their front. All with the 

 exception of about a dozen, arrived at Canfield Hart, but only half of them 

 saw hounds race to Harrington Hall, where they killed. En route Mr. 

 Arkwright charged a big blind place on " Diana," and had an imperial 

 crowner — no one else tackled it. I think, Mr. Waters, you were there. With 

 me you'll remember it, though in the year 1896, in Canfield Hart, when 

 talking to Mr. Arkwright about his well-known mare, he had forgotten this 

 little incident, although he recalled that about the first time he rode 

 " Diana " she gave him three crumplers. 



Wednesday, Jan. 27th, 1892. Little Laver Mill. We had about three 

 weeks' frost in January, but it was fairly out of the ground when we met at 

 Little Laver Mill, on Jan. 27th, the following being out : — Sir Henry, Lady 

 Brooke, Messrs. Barclay, Edwards, Arkwright, Caldwell (2), Sheffield, 

 Neave, Tyndale White, Jones, Du Cane, Christy, Ball, C. Buxton, among 

 others. From the Brick Kilns to ground near the King William was not bad, 

 nor the 55 minutes afterwards, though a ring from Man Wood, killing at 

 Row Wood. Foxes in the cabbage fields near Down Hall, with partial and 

 catchy scent, brought a very nice day to a close. As we turned our horses' 

 heads homewards from Down Hall heavy rain commenced falling. 



" Never go home before the hounds " was a maxim Mr. C. E. Green was 

 never tired of instilling into us, and several had occasion to bitterly regret 

 not laying it more to heart one memorable White Roothing Saturday, 

 February 6th, when, after running a fox from a covert, close to Wilson 

 Springs, over a big country, and killing him at Canfield Hart after i hour 

 45 minutes, hounds had a clinker from Down Hall to ground at Latton, 

 running at our heels all the way. The fellows who rode in it reached home 

 almost as soon as we did ; Mr. R. C. Lyall was entering his stable-yard as 

 hounds ran full cry into Harlow Park. Of the lucky ones who saw this 

 run and enjoyed their dinner in comfort and peace that night, let me mention 

 Miss Colvin, Mr. C. E. Green, and his brother, Captain George Green, 

 Mr. Arkwright, Messrs. E. and F. Ball, A. J. Edwards, and A. Waters. 

 Their horses were clean beat, and could hardly raise a trot between them 

 when they reached Harlow Park. 



Prevented from going to the meet at Weald Gullet on Friday, 

 February 26th, I made for Latton, hearing that hounds, being unable to 

 find a fox, had gone there ; and I came up in time to see both Mark Hall 

 and Bay's Grove drawn blank. It was then determined to draw some 

 cabbages near Harlow Station when up jumped a fox ; he had a very 

 narrow escape, for, having doubled sharp back, he could not come past us, 



* Mr. Harry Sworder seemed never to mind what he rode ; he had a knack of 

 making them all go. His question, like old Wilson's, of Enfield, was not, " Can they 

 jump ?" but " Can they gallop ?" 



