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his hind leg. I kept on wondering how long it 

 would last and how much I should get trodden down 

 before any one would come. It all seemed such 

 ages. I must have looked too ridiculous for words, 

 walking on my head and hands backwards, being 

 buffeted forwards by " Harby's " hind feet and back 

 by his front legs, while my feet were perched proudly 

 on the saddle. Every one thought it was a dangerous 

 accident, consequently most of the field stopped and 

 Mr. Rowley Beach and another gentleman came to 

 my rescue. I said, " It is no use trying to lift me, 

 please undo my habit ! " By degrees I was let down 

 and felt very jumpy. After many struggles and kicks 

 I was hoisted on to poor old " Harby's" back again, 

 and we pursued the fast vanishing hunt. Through 

 Corley again and they eventually killed. " Harby" 

 pulled and plunged like a demon, in fact his fall has 

 hopelessly demoralised him. Found again at Cowlees, 

 through Arbury, fox in view for one field, ran through 

 Annesley Park, Stockingford. 



Tuesday, 26th March. Cliff, Atherstone. 

 Packed, etc. ; early lunch. Drove in hired fly to 

 Nuneaton ; went by train from there to Leamington, 

 where we had to change stations and wait hours. At 

 last we reached Swindon and put up our horses at 

 Deacon's while we went to the Goddard Arms, a 

 most charming and comfortable hotel. 



Wednesday, 27th March. Up early and left 

 Swindon by the 8 A.M. train. Just as the train was 

 moving father received a wire from the Duke to say 

 they would wait for next train. However it was 



