The Puckeridge Visitor, 51 



Two men out with their guns called to me, 

 *' She's gone through those rails at the bottom 

 of the field." 



I took them there, but there was no line. 

 ''Turn 'em, Bill," I shouted; ^'this is all a 

 lie ! It's to the left," 



I held them to the left and away they 

 went again, leaving Keed village on the right, 

 and on over a nice country down to the 

 London and Eoyston road. 



We had a Puckeridge man out with us 

 that day, and he kept '' having a cut " at me. 

 I thought '* No, thank you ! You don't go by 

 me if this chestnut holds out." All up one long 

 ploughed field he raced me, and then getting 

 alongside, he tried to get into the furrow 

 before me. I kept him on the land, but by the 

 time I got to the top of that field I found that 

 my horse was getting a little the worse for wear. 

 Turning to Bill Pope I said : '' You have a go 

 at him now, Bill. We shall stop him directly." 



Bill took him on at once, and raced him 

 right down the next field. But he was *' a 

 game un," and he kept us both busy. 



