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Yarborough, who you will know owns them. Of hounds at my 

 time I fear I do not remember very much. * Comrade,' walked 

 by myself, was an excellent hare hunter, and so was ' Ranter,' 

 both large hounds. ' Witchcraft ' was a rare bitch to catch a 

 hare, and * Witchery,' her sister, a good line hunter. We had a 

 very good invitation meet or two, notably with Gilbey at Marlow, 

 and, I believe, with Howard-Vyse at Stoke. I remember running 

 hard one day in 1903 from Remenham to the London Road 

 beyond Colnbrook, where we lost our hare." 



In 1905, Dr. Warre resigned his position as Head Master of 

 Eton to the great regret of everyone concerned with the beagles. 

 However he became Provost and continued his connection with 

 the School. Champion always swears by him. He used 

 occasionally to go to see the kennels, and always took a kindly 

 interest in the hunt. It was a severe blow to the hunt when he 

 gave up, and it could truly say in the words of a contemporary 

 magazine : 



'' Your road joined ours long years ago. 

 You found our inmost heart ; 

 The roads diverge again, and so 



We part. 

 We said your work was past, ah no ! 

 'Tis you alone are gone : 

 The work you did, the debt we owe, 



Live on." 



Indeed his work lives on. He had warded off the most 

 severe attacks of the Humanitarian League, and he had set the 

 examples for Head Masters to come. The late Head Master 

 continued the good work, and the Humanitarians have long since 

 ceased to trouble the E.C.H. 



G. W. Barclay, son of E. E. Barclay, who is Master of the 

 Puckeridge Foxhounds, was a wonderful heavy-weight runner. 

 He was Master in 1909-10, and had a good season. Champion 

 tells a story of how, at a meet near Bray on the other side of the 

 river, Barclay found himself confronted by an enormous dyke. 

 He plunged boldly in, but, being heavy, stuck near the far side. 

 Champion crossed v/ith difficulty, and by dint of a great deal 

 of pulling and tugging Barclay emerged on the right side, minus 

 his beagling shoes. These were finally rescued by Champion, and 

 the hunt proceeded. Afterwards, when they were sumptuously 

 entertained by, I think. Col. Van de Weyer, Barclay borrowed a 

 pair of flannel trousers which fitted him passably well as he stood 



