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One day hounds running across Gopsall Park I 

 was riding "Chloroform". Old Matthew, the keeper, 

 waved a stick as I passed him, when "Chloroform" 

 shied and banged my knee up against a tree. I put 

 arnica on it, and made it as big as two. I was laid 

 up for several days and could not attend the hunt ball. 

 Another day I had him out as second horse. Hounds 

 were just running into their fox, and my first horse, 

 " Landseer'," was beginning to tire. Trueman was 

 close by with "Chloroform". I vaulted on to his 

 back and he kicked me over his head so far that I 

 was only stopped by the reins which I held in my 

 hand. I went plop on to my back, struggled on to 

 my tired horse again, and two fields further on 

 hounds ran into their fox. Another time we had 

 killed a fox at Sheet Hedges. I got on him, took a 

 lock of the mane in my left hand, and a hold of the 

 saddle with my right hand. He got his head down, 

 so that I could see nothing except the pommel of the 

 saddle, and shied me off amongst the hounds. An- 

 other time he hit a wattle fence with his knees, and 

 threw me a little on to his neck, and he never stopped 

 plunging until he got me down, and afterwards 

 kicked Trueman off also. Little Gilmour bought 

 him at my sale. 



1848. One day Lord Edwin Hill lost his hat, 

 and asked Fenton of Caldecott if he knew where it 

 was. (Fenton used a good deal of liberty with his 

 H's.) He replied, " 'Eavens knows!" Hill rode 

 up to Isaac Evans and asked him where it was. 

 "Your hat! I don't know where it is." Hill went 



