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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



Netteswkll Cross. — If you had been asked by your most intimate 

 friend the meet par excellence you would have chosen for trying the new 

 purchase, you would have said, " Oh, Netteswell X." If, on referring to 

 the card, you had reflected upon the best day for giving the young'un an 



Sir Thomas Fowell Buxton, K.C.M.G. 



airing or the old horse a breather, it would still have been "Netteswell X," 

 and if your knees had not yet shaped themsehes to the saddle flaps, and 

 your muscles were still slack, and nerves unstrung from six months' absence 

 from the pigskin, in answer to the qualms of conscience (this is a tender 

 way of putting it) and the stud groom's untender solicitude, you would have 



