128 Reminiscences of a 



1866 to 1872, when Mr. J. Henderson retired. Mr. Charles 

 was keen beyond words, and kept his horses at Sedgefield, 

 in the neighbourhood of which he was a great favourite with 

 all the farmers and sporting fraternity. He was a very good 

 straight and forward rider, with some capital weight-carry- 

 ing hunters, if anything too small in number. Mention of 

 his name reminds me of a story which Mr. Harvey often 

 laughed over with him. When we were coming home from 

 hunting through Sedgefield the village boys always cried out, 

 " How many have you killed?" One day when we'd done 

 nothing, and I felt very hungry, as I always did after a bad 

 day, I said for fun, "A brace," and the boys ran round me 

 to look for the masks, and said, " Thou 's a lee-ar, Jack! 

 Where 's the head ? " Mr. Henderson was riding alongside 

 me at the time, and said " that's just what the young beggars 

 called me last year, when we killed very few foxes, and I 

 gave them the same answer as you did ! " Unfortunately, 

 Mr. Charles Henderson did not hunt many seasons in the 

 country he loved so well after I came into it, but came 

 occasionally as long as Mr. Harvey's mastership lasted, and 

 was always the same, apparently enjoying himself and trying 

 to assist others in doing the same. I wonder if he 

 remembers that fall he got January 15th, 1875, when we 

 met at Two Mile houses. There is a good story of how 

 Mr. Harvey and Mr. Henderson stopped a stranger from 

 cracking his whip at all times when he came out. Mr. Charles 

 Henderson rode alongside him one day, and kept crack- 

 ing his whip loudly for some time. At last up comes Mr. 

 Harvey in a terrible fuss calling him (Mr. Charles) every- 

 thing, and saying, " I 've got four men paid to do that ; what 

 the devil are you doing ? " I never heard the old gentleman 

 so " nasty " and yet he was only pretending, but that cove 



