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brated far and wide for your neat turn-out, 

 generally on a horse that might have been 

 taken as a model hunter. And your never- 

 failing good humour rendered you a most 

 agreeable member of what we used to call 

 '' the coffee house " of the hunting field. 



To my life-long friend, Charles Samuel 

 Lindsell, I could not refrain from paying, 

 quite early in this book, the highest tribute in 

 my power. He was more than my friend, he 

 was a brother. The runs we had together ! 

 And the boxes of cigars we have smoked as 

 we have lived over again the days that are 

 gone ! A great man in the field, the sport 

 was in his blood. A perfect English gentle- 

 man of the best school, who never failed in his 

 duty, and who was never too busy to lend an 

 ear to another's difficulties, to give counsel of 

 the wisest, and aid of more substantial kind if 

 it were wanted. Charlie, my lad, you are 

 often in my thoughts in these late days. 



Catching another line, let us hunt up to 

 Sam Ongley. He was one of the best, and as a 

 sportsman he was as perfect as you could make 



