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that no distance would prevent him riding to a meet and 

 home after the day's sport, where he would arrive as a rule 

 not much before dinnertime. I am told that he still keeps 

 this up, or rather did until a recent unfortunate accident 

 befel him, from which everyone must wish him a complete 

 recovery, and a quick one, too. 



The late Colonel Wilson was one of the best strangers 

 that came out with us, sometimes staying with Sir William 

 Eden at Windlestone. He was a good horseman and hard 

 man to beat over a country, having a good eye, nerve and 

 thorough knowledge of fox-hunting. There was no better 

 preserver of foxes than he was in his own country, and I 

 have always heard no more gallant soldier. His half-brother, 

 Mr. Wilson Fitzgerald, was a bruiser, especially in the timber 

 and water line ; he once went over Morden Carrs like a 

 duck, but I don't know to this day how he managed it. 



In the eighties, too, we used occasionally to see Mr. 

 and Mrs. Curry from near Stockton, who enjoyed their 

 sport in a quiet way, and there were the Brothers Cameron ; 

 the elder brother had the Hardwick shooting, and was a 

 very keen hunting man when we first came into the country, 

 but he dropped off terribly after a time, when he married, 

 and took to the gun. His younger brother, Mr. Watson 

 Cameron, did not hunt so much, being a delicate lad ; at 

 least he was always said to be so, but I am glad to learn 

 that he is much improved in health, and now attends 

 the meets regularly, and goes well on a good looking dun. 



I also remember Mr. Robert Bicknell out, once or twice. 

 A gentleman in the engineering line, who was fond of 

 mixing up a bit of Yorkshire* with his ordinary conversation, 

 and caused people to stare at him at times, which he seemed 

 to like as he went on with it. His friends called him 

 " Bob," and he seemed to be a cheery, popular young man. 



* He always said be put it on "fort sale' o' euphony ! " 



