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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



and up to Cook's Wood, and two fields beyond marked him to ground — a 

 real, spafhling fifteen iiiiniites: a real treat to see Mr. Tyndale White cutting the 

 work out just in his old form ; a real consolation to know that Major Carter 

 recovered his hat. Ten minutes more, as Mr. Price remarked, would have 

 made it perfection, as the fifteen had been so good. 



Now for \\'ednesday, December 5th. Even my friend, the Parson, 

 lamented leaving the second waistcoat at home ere we had driven three 

 miles into the mist out of the eight to be faced, but it was no use lamenting, 

 and when his mount was shortly overtaken half-an-hour behind time on the 

 road, owing to his breaking loose and cutting capers on someone's front 

 lawn, the seat of the cart was readily exchanged for the pig-skin, and the 

 well-balanced sixteen stone brought the capers to an end, and the old grey 

 to the meet at 11 o'clock to the tick. 



R. T. Grubb on ' ■ Ardilaun ' 



"What's in a name .-^ " A good deal, thought Dr. Grubb 

 when he purchased " Brown Stout " by " Double X " from l\Ir. 

 Thomas Carr, of Waltham Abbey, and decided that so 

 aristocratic a looking horse was worthy of a more aristocratic 

 name. 'Twas no great stretch for fancy's flight, especially as 

 the Doctor hails from the Emerald Isle, from Brown Stout to 



