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reckless horseman I ever set eyes on. 

 He'd a heart as big as the proverbial 

 bucket, and pluck by the cart-load. He 

 used to start off cubbing soon after twelve 

 midnight, and land home to kennel about 

 four the following afternoon, looking fresh. 

 He would take his five or six falls daily, 

 and seem to revel in them, but toned 

 down a lot later on, and was quite a 

 model M.F.H. I should like to see him 

 back in the old country again. We had 

 an extraordinary good run cubbing one 

 day during his rdgime, running from 

 Magin Moor to Ingleby, quite a ten-mile 

 point. I and some friends had been 

 shooting all day before, playing cards all 

 night, and took this lot on before break- 

 fast, so that was quite a good innings. 



Some men take no pleasure in cubbing. 

 Too slow, they say ; don't care for It till 

 the opening meet. With such I have 



