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Running on past Canes Wood and the House, they got on some cold 

 fallows, and scent becoming worse at 4 p.m. Mr. Barclay decided to whip 

 off. Would he have done so, I wonder, had he anticipated the rapid 

 return of the frost ? Possibly, for though his hounds were short of work 

 they had had a tiring day, and he himself was feeling the effects of a 

 recent sharp attack of influenza. This influenza seems to spare no one ; 

 the man v/ho leads an outdoor life, and the clerk chained to the desk all 

 day, alike fall victims. Lord Lonsdale, master of the Quorn, was one of 

 the earliest to feel its effects. Everyone has his own special remedy ; 

 no one has a universal cure. Ammoniated quinine taken in the earlier 

 stages is very harmless, very cheap, and often very effective ; while a lady, 

 writing in the Standard of March 4, vouched for the efficacy of a 

 vigorous sniff of the drug periodate crystals into each nostril ; to carry 

 the powder well into the head, and to ease the pains, follow it up with 

 two teaspoonfuls of periodate of iron. Result — though badly attacked 

 herself, she awoke next morning as fresh as a daisy. I had hoped to have 

 wound up these notes with an account of a day in our Monday country 

 at Havering, and instead of that find myself tendering some very valua- 

 able (?) medicinal advice gratis, which makes me think it about time to 

 pull up. 



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Wealdhall Coppice 



First, tile evening gallop from W^eakl Coppice to Hiuh 

 Laver Hall. ' 



My clear sirs, why did you go home .-^ At least 150 of you 

 must have done so, and not more than 40 could have remained 

 to see the Coppice drawn. Mr. Bosley's covert has stood us 

 in good stead this season, but no better run than that of 

 Wednesday, March 6, has taken place from it for some time. 

 It wTis close on 4 p.m. when the hounds were thrown in, and 

 some half-dozen of us, including Mr. Frank Ball (why on a 

 pony I don't know!), Mr. G. Dawson, the Master, and Mr. 

 G. Sewell, had reached the white gate near the road in the 



