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fence that runs up to the Forest. Mr. Sworder cominq- down 

 narrowly escaped beino- jumped on. 



Not' crossino- the road, hounds turned sharp to the right, 

 running at a great pace, straight for the osier bed at Bourne 

 Bridge! Here our disasters began. The huntsman's horse, 

 making no attempt to clear the brook, which was full to the 

 brim, fell back, and Messrs. Foster and Avila and two or three 

 more were soon in the same plight. Hounds were rapidly 

 disappearing through the next fence, which not a man or horse 

 could tackle. The major's t chesnut. luckily for him, obsti- 

 natelv refused. The majority coasted along it, and at the first 





Mrs. Mcintosh' Gorse with Hainault Forest in the distance 



opportunity turned right-handed through a gate, not realising 

 that hounds had come back where the fence joined a narrow- 

 belt ot trees. A lucky few, there were only seven, Messrs. 

 \\\ and G. Sewell, Mr. Pemberton-Barnes, Mr. Brindle, Major 

 Carter, Col. Lockwood, and Miss Morgan, went straight on, 

 and just caught a glimpse of hounds as they tiashed through 

 a fence in the direction of the old mill. Leaving it on the left, 

 the pack drove on over the small enclosures, and crossing the 

 road, ran on as hard as ever over Pyrgo Park, just touching 



t Major Carter. 



