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naturedly removes the iron hurdle — a work of time, for which 

 Mr. Caldecott will not wait, and quite in his old form (he is 

 the quickest man out of a difficulty, I know of). '* Daybreak" 

 has landed him over a boggy hole with a scramble, followed 

 by Mrs. Bennett. 



All grass again for the next mile up to My less Lodge and 

 on to the Menagerie. Captain Wilson's little grey and Mr. 

 Barnes fanning along in front, up to the right of the wood, 

 so to the road to jump out at once, for hounds are running on 

 hard to Poles Wood, and bearing to the right, reach Beacon 

 Hill. The huntsman narrowly escapes a broken leg from the 



Cart Shed Wood 



kick of a colt (he is quite disabled for a minute from the pain) 

 at a gateway into the road. Then in the covert beyond, 

 forty-five minutes from the find, they have him dead beat — 

 bad luck for the huntsman, good luck for the fox. Hounds 

 get on to a fresh one. who rings the changes on these woods 

 for some half-hour, while men and horses shiver in the icy 

 blast after their fast gallop. Later on we were warmed into 

 life with a woodland hunt from the Beachetts. 



Out of respect for the comrade whom we had so recently lost, 

 Wednesday's meet at Nasing on November 28th was postponed until the 



