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opened to their full extent in another ten, as we swept round in a big circle 

 for the final fifteen minutes of this sunny gallop, running to ground at New 

 Hall, fifty-five minutes from the find. 



I am not going to tell you who had the best of it, for I don't know, 

 but I could name a dozen men, including Mr. Marriage, and half-a-dozen 

 ladies, including Miss Blyth, who were never shaken off at one of the 

 numerous turns. I could tell you how old George Dawson (this isn't 

 personal, is it ?) on his young grey cob saw just a leetle more of the thick 

 of the fun than most of us. How a certain black horse" acknowledged to 

 his first fall in two years ; how cheerfully Mr. Brindle sang out " All 

 right;" but he wasn't under his grey in the ditch at the time, do y' know ! 

 How gaily anothev horse cleayed a man in a ditch, but really the briars concealed him. 

 How another man got into a farmyard and couldn't get out again ! How 



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if you went steady at your fences you couldn't live with the hounds, and if 

 you went fast you had the huntsman's nerve. How beautifully hounds 

 hunted ! How you could have covered the dogs with a sheet ; not all the 

 time, mind you. How a rabbit was only looked at as he jumped up in 

 the middle of the pack ; and, finally, that I was really blood-thirsty enough 

 to hope that they would kill the fox, for he certainly knew a most awfully 

 blind but limited country, and wouldn't run road a yard. 



I didn't get down, but I came to the conclusion that I had been so 

 precious near it so many times that I would let well alone, missing thereby 

 a very good gallop from High Roothing Springs by Canfield Thrift to the 

 Mount, and over the line, eventually running to ground at the Mount. 



* Mr. Guy Gilbey's. 



