84 Seventy Years a Master. 



and most conscientiously fulfilled his duty. 

 He was, indeed, a good man and a great 

 sportsman. 



Many other old friends that we have said 

 adieu to now come back clearly to my 

 memory — friends of whom one may fondly 

 boast : '^ Equal there may be, but better, 

 never." Where would you beat Fred Hogg, 

 for instance ? And where, to-day, will you find 

 a man who could lower the colours of Sam 

 Ongley? A kinder-hearted man, a better 

 sportsman, and a harder rider you could not 

 discover through the length and breadth of 

 this kingdom. 



My old friend, Charles Lindsell, made a 

 gorse which was nearly always a certain find, 

 and the home of many litters. But this good 

 sportsman had a litter of cubs there one year, 

 and, much to his disgust, the vixen was 

 poisoned. So they dug the cubs out and put 

 them in a room in an old cottage, until they 

 got strong and began to think about getting 

 their own living. Then one day the Master 

 said to his keeper : 



