64 KEMINISCENCES OF A HUNTSMAN. 



riding the line as usual — he never rode hard in my 

 remembrance — in a very good run over the Harrow 

 Yale, and, according to custom, was the last hi the 

 field. His person had become known to the farmers 

 in the vicinity which A?e were passing, and, the moment 

 he came over the gap in the fence that the craners 

 and line riders of a large field had made, the farmer 

 stuck his fork into a bush and altered the look of the 

 gap ; at the same time that he did this, one of his 

 men either stopped all egress to Mr. Fermor with 

 another bush, or stood there to prevent his going. 

 The farmer and two or three other persons then 

 besran to chase their foe round the field. Headed at 

 the gap to go out by, Fermor returned to the place 

 whereat he had entered, but, with a bush stuck up in 

 it, did not know it again, and away he went, coasting 

 the ditch, and dipped at here and there by the 

 farmers as we see small birds dipping at a hawk. 

 The chase continued some time, the farmer growing 

 black in the face with rage and giddiness at the enemy's 

 recalcitrations and caged -squirrel -like evolutions, 

 which really cut up the meadow twice as much as 

 the flight of horsemen that had passed had done. 

 At last Fermor was obliged to surrender and pay a 

 crown for his liberty. 



The best fun I ever saw was when the late Mr. 

 Charles Tollemache was chased by a farmer and his 

 men in a small meadow in the same country. If any 

 thing thwarted him, Mr. Tollemache was very irate, 

 and he was furious at the idea of beinfr caug-ht, or 

 handled. My brother Moreton, and myself, and my 

 friend Tollemache were together. As usual, the run 

 of the farmer and his men was not made at us, but 

 they made a dash at Mr. Tollemache in the corner of 



