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" Do you like the Roothin^s better than other parts of your 

 country?" was a question I put to Mr. Bowlby, late one 

 afternoon, near Row Wood, in the season of 1897. "^ ^^'^^^ 

 when I was younger," was the reply. Those who witnessed 

 the straight way he rode across them some years ago, when 



E. Salvin Bowlby 



longer 



a young- man, will 1 



eadilv believe this. What is 



bred in the bone will out in the Mesh, and Mr. Bowlby 's family, 

 portraits of some of whom will be found on page 265, inherit 



