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stone dead in a cottage garden on Dorney Common ; she was as 

 stiff as a post. I believe the time was 1 hour 20 minutes, but 

 am not sure ; it was a hot day and the pace very fast. 



*' The same year, when hunting a hare at Salt Hill, the 

 hounds brought her back close to the Field, and a cad killed her 

 dead with a stone at about 20 yards. I broke my whip across 

 his shins. 



'' Frequently when we went into the kennel Lock would come 

 out of the Turkish Bath with nothing whatever on, and with a 

 mop in his hand which he occasionally spun like a torpedo at a 

 hound that happened to be fighting or even scratching. 



" One of his favourite expressions out hunting was * Pop 

 your whip, Sir; pop your whip.' 



" On one occasion, when we had found at Turner's Nurseries 

 we ran the hare back, and found Lock very busy stopping up the 

 holes in the fence, so that if she ran in she would find it difficult 

 to get out. 



*' On another occasion we ran a hare dead beat into these 

 same nurseries, and Lock stood quite still in the rows of young 

 green trees, about 18 inches high and very thick, and as the 

 hare came jumping along the rows, which she had to do as they 

 were so thick, he hit at her, but mistimed it and missed her, 

 much to his disgust. 



'' I was hunting the beagles one day when we ran a hare to 

 the river about 50 yards above the Victoria Bridge. She plunged 

 in, with every hound after her, and it was a very pretty sight to 

 see hare and hounds all in the river together. She swam under 

 the bridge, and they were gaining on her fast and were just 

 about to catch her about 6 feet from the bank. Seeing this, I 

 got hold of a bush with one hand and tried to save the hare with 

 the other. I got hold of something by the ear, but when I 

 pulled it out it was one of the hounds, and we never saw the hare 

 again. I was disgusted, especially as I lost my hold and fell into 

 the river, going clean under. " 



Parker had hard luck in his second season owing to the floods, 

 which are always liable to be bad in the low-lying Thames Valley. 

 Indeed, during the great flood of 1894, Sayer, who now holds 

 the post of verger in Chapel, swam across the road outside 

 Baldwin's Bee (then Mr. H. E. Luxmoore's, now Mr. Stone's) 

 and back before breakfast on one pleasant November morning. 



There is an amusing incident recorded by Lord Newtown- 

 Butler. After meeting by invitation at Horton Manor they 

 found a hare which successively swam both the Colne and the 

 Brent. Of the latter river he says : *' The cold water of the 



