Pilgrim's House, Brentwood. Formerly known as Bell House 

 Kennels of Essex Hunt, 1808 



CHAPTER XIII. 



BcU House — The Essex Kennels, 1808 — The Point to Point Races at Hif^h 

 Rodiiif^ Biii'v — Pyygo House — Ltick in Horse Dealing — G. Scwell — Duchess — 

 A Wonderful Recovery — The Merry Midlands — Crick Gorse — Scyila and 

 Charyhdis — Brooksby — The Qnorn Cotintrie — The Coplow — John o'Gaunt — 

 Barnsleys — Hunt Changes — E. E. Cockett — Northamptonshire Brooks — 

 Bailey's Plunge — Canes— The Sequel to a good Stag Run — W. H. Sewell — 

 Jack — Over the Iron Railings — The Hunt Button — One of the worst frosts in the 

 ' memory of man — A Retrospect — Blooding our young Nimrods — Cubbing Notes 

 jji 'g^ — Weston Crocker — Blizzard — True Blue — One fence in October zvorth 

 a dozen later — Roydon Park — In the Heart of the Roothings — Garnetts — The 

 Queen of the Hunt — A. R. Steele — The Pleshey Tonic — A Bad Photo of a 

 Good Horse — Havering- Atte-Bower — Loughton Sha%vs — Bellows to Mend. 



OUR point-to-point races at High Roding Bury on Saturday were in 

 every way a great success. No less than sixteen started for the hght- 

 weight race, and about ten of them completed the course, which 

 was very well chosen, as the riders could be seen from start to finish. Of 

 course, Mr. Arkwright was well in it, and some say that he would have 

 won if he hadn't taken a very bad line at the turn of the last flag near home. 

 That he had a large following goes without saying ; Mr. Bevan, Mr. Heine- 

 mann, and several more, losing a lot of ground by accepting his lead. Mr. 

 Buckmaster's ready eye and sound judgment served him in good stead, for 

 he never swerved a yard from the straight line, and romped home an easy 

 winner on Mr. Tresham Gilbey's horse, a most popular win in every way. 

 Mr. Arkwright was second, and Mr. Audley Blyth third. Both Mr. Blyth 

 and Mr. Buckmaster have been hunting from Rugby this season. 



Six faced the starter for the welter weight, which, in spite of being a 

 very slow run race, was a very pretty one, for all kept together to within 

 four fields from home, when Mr. Guy Gilbey, who was lying second with 

 plenty in hand, and looked like winning, had the bad luck to come a rare 

 crumpler at a big yawner, just before the last brook, and did not reappear 

 before the race was over, and when he did his own brothers didn't know 

 him. He was black from head to foot with wet mud, but luckily he was 



