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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



railed fence, down the meadows for tlie Leather Bottle Springs, 

 The right hand contingent came at it first. The rails were 

 a fair jump without the wide ditch, but the bay mare cleared 

 the lot. Her rider, f how^ever, unluckily caught his foot against 

 one of the posts, lost his stirrup, and with it his place in the 

 \an. The rails crackled and splintered as the next comers 

 went at them, and the huntsman was over on the left and 

 skimming the next fence by the small shaw before anyone else. 

 Up the headland, good sound going, and the ploughman had 

 turned the fox. Only one field was he baulked, and the right- 

 hand and forward course was the one. 



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In and out of the road, and High Laver Hall on the right 

 was left behind. Through the thorn fence and down to the 

 brook rode the van. The Master, huntsman and the Captain's 

 grey % were over together, and jum])ed into the road beyond 

 as Major Carter left it. Straight for Moreton Park, hounds 

 checked for a moment in a big rough field, and then crossed 

 the road. The Major first out again (I fancy he can't help 

 himself on that bay), but forward's the motto of all good men, 

 and all good foxes. Two more fields and some of us came to 



t Mr. W. Scwell. 



% Captain Brace. 



