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I know, but you're a damned bad hand 

 at a gate." 



This took place thirty-five years ago 

 up our way, and I saw it repeated in 

 the Sporting Times a year or two ago. 

 I've the greatest respect for the Pink 

 Un, where one sees a new-laid joke 

 worth repeating occasionally, and the 

 soundest and best of Turf lore. 



Mr. Rawnsley, Master of the Southwold, 

 IS quite one of the most successful amateur 

 huntsmen of the day, and has carried 

 the horn now many seasons. The 

 Southwold is a good sporting country, and 

 I used to hunt with them generally one or 

 two days a week years ago, notably during 

 Captain Fox's mastership, with old Dan 

 Berkshire as huntsman. Dan had a rare 

 voice, but always seemed in a bustle ; 

 he was remarkably clever, though, at 

 hunting the big woods on the Linwood 



