Not Entirely Forgiven. 77 



Many years afterwards, when Mr. Barnett 

 was dining with me one evening, I told him 

 also, reminding him of his words, *' nothing 

 like perseverance." I dare not have told him, 

 had not many years intervened. He laughed, 

 but I doubt whether, even so many years 

 afterwards, he fully forgave me. 



One of the best runs I ever had with the 

 Cambridgeshire Hounds was the following : — 

 We went to Potton Wood, and found at once. 

 He came away on the Gamlingay side, and 

 they ran very merrily, leaving Gamlingay on 

 their left. My father, riding well forrard, 

 viewed him over the Gamlingay and Waresley 

 road. Then down the hill they raced, leaving 

 Sand and Weaveley Woods on the left. 



Turning a little, he crossed the high fields 

 and bore away to the right again down to 

 Little Barford. There he turned to the left, 

 crossed the River Ouse just below Tempsford 

 bridge, and I can see the hounds now swimming 

 that river, just their heads showing, like a lot 

 of wild duck. On they went, up to Chawston, 

 and right on away to the left, and they pulled 



