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huge field we settled down to see what we could ; and a very enjoyable ride 

 it Avas too, up to the time I left them casting round Broomshaw Bury 

 Wood. 



\\'ith a good scent it would have been perfection, for the stag never 

 touched a road except to cross it. Look at the following line. Over the 

 brook or into the brook (which was it, my dear sir ?) to Sewald's Hall, 

 leaving Joe Tucker's farm on the right, and passing by Belgium Springs, 

 we ran on to Matching Park, and crossing some interesting fences, and so 

 to Down Hall. There, getting on better terms, they slipped along at a 

 great pace down these meadows up to the heath road, one hound with a 

 clear lead of the others, and crossed a biggish drop fence, which caused Mr. 

 Marriage, who was laying next to the Master, to part company. From 

 here they ran to Row Wood, where scent failed, and shortly afterwards I 

 reluctantly left, as it was a perfect day for riding across country, but horse- 

 flesh must be considered sometimes. 



Probably Cambridge would be reached before that good stag was 

 taken, for he was making a splendid bee line. But I will hazard just a few 

 names besides the staff who would be there to see the operation. Of 

 course, the Hon, Secretary, Mr. Harrison, who goes as straight as the crow 

 flies, Mr. Hull, Mr. Pemberton-Barnes, Mr. Oldham, Mr. Giles, Mr. 

 Caldecott, Mr. Blyth, Mr. W. Sewell, Mr. Marriage. I expect, Mr. Hart, 

 he was going strong, riding his old line as of yore, when I bade farewell to 

 the chase. Mr. Hart and Mr. Carroll, Mr. Buckmaster on " Success," 

 Messrs. Christy (two). Miss Blyth and Miss Jones, and ^liss Morgan and 

 her niece. How the foxhunters enjoyed their gallop with the staghounds; 

 none more so than the Master, Mr. Bowlby. How well his little daughter 

 was going. \\'hat a treat it was to see the cool, calm way Mr. Neave 

 negotiated any and every kind of fence without a pause, when making a 

 cast, coming straight down to and over them without even a preliminary 

 look. He would sv/im a river like a shot to cast his hounds if necessary. 

 What a clinking, bold, horse he was riding, the same dark grey which he 

 landed in the first four in our welter point-to-point race. 



Long may stag-hunting flourish in Essex ! I believe it is awfully 

 popular with the rural population. You should have seen them on the 

 gates and straw stacks watching the fun, and they picked up many a 

 sixpence that day. Many thanks to the Master, who gave us such a jolly 

 day and never a cap sent round, though there were fifty out who would 

 gladly have given their guinea apiece. 



" Leave us the chase, where, in harmony blending, 

 Men of all classes ride on to the end ; 

 Men become brothers, each brother contending ; 

 Every true sportsman is counted a friend." 



W. Phillpotts Williams. 



In bringing to a conclusion my hunting notes for the season 

 1894-95, and before passing in brief review some of the 

 principal runs, most of which have come under personal notice, 

 it is more than satisfactory to have to record a very sporting- 

 incident which happened upon Saturday last, the sequel, in fact, 

 to the long run with Mr. Sheffield Neave's Stag Hounds upon 

 the Tuesday previous. It seems upon that occasion that the 

 stag, or more properly speaking, the hind, " Lady Chelmsford" 



