A TWO DAY A WEEK CONVEYANCE 



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he seldom fell without an excuse. How well I remember 

 the day when he went head over heels into the brook at 

 the bottom of Man Wood, knocked into it by a horse th^it 

 swerved into him ; how they were all mixed up together. 

 The end of his career as a hunter was brought about l)y 

 jumping into a boggy place in which he strained the sus- 

 pensory ligament : otherwise he might ha\'e gone on for 

 years, as he was only 14 at the time, and at 21 we have 

 seen them do the trick in Essex. 



Havering-atte-Bower 



Monday, November nth, at Havering, afforded in the afternoon what 

 may be fairly reckoned the best gallop of the season. Of the morning's 

 vi^ork the less said the better." 'Tis true we found and lost a fox in Mr. 

 Pemberton-Barnes' covert which gave us a ten minutes' spin, but not a 

 trace of a fox in Mrs. Mcintosh's gorse, and it really looked as if we were 

 in for a very poor day, and that Captain I5ruce had come out on the right 

 one, the polo Arab, after all. When, at 2.15, at an hour when some were 

 asking the nearest way back to Brentwood, Bailey's cheer rang out as 

 hounds whimpered in Loughton Shaws. 



Crack went fifty thongs as we galloped alongside the covert to turn him 

 from the Forest, and out at the top away went a fox who for twenty 

 minutes led the field a dance over what Mr. Dalton was heard to say was a 

 real Leicestershire country ; those who know that line will appreciate it. 

 Running close to Theydon Bois Station, they swung up hill by Mr. 

 Avila's wood, and left the road opposite Mrs. Debenham's, and sinking 

 the vale below Theydon rectory, crossed the brook at the bottom, and 



