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and the Rev. J. H. Gale of Milton, with a loud 

 voice and rather abrupt manner ; I think they 

 used to call him *' Rude Boreas/' 



My Hunt Secretaries were Mr. Stephen Allen 

 of Eastover and Mr. Thomas Lamb of Andover ; 

 but previous to my era Mr. Brewer of Garlogs, 

 near Stockbridge, had been from time immemorial 

 the secretary to the Hunt Committee, a man of 

 enormous size, who was a Master in Chancery, 

 and went by the name of Master Brewer, partly 

 because of his Chancery designation, and partly 

 because he was rather apt to assume when he 

 could the title of Master of the Hounds, an honour 

 to which he had no right. One day when hunting 

 on the downs, most of the field, who had lost 

 the hounds, saw on the horizon an object in red ; 

 somebody cried out, '' There's old Brewer going 

 over the hill ; the hounds can't be far off." After 

 galloping a mile or two in hot pursuit they 

 discovered that this object was an immense 

 red water-butt which they had mistaken for 

 the ample proportions of Master Brewer ; but 

 his shoulders were broad enough to carry most 

 of the blame which was sometimes attributed 

 to him. 



I recollect inviting a Swedish '' masseur '' 

 named Bramberg to come from London to stay 

 with me for some hunting ; a young man 



