16 THE CAMBRIDGE DRAG AND 



whit discouraged, Julian used to start, but 

 never, to my knowledge, " finished." It is 

 curious how much pleasure undergraduates 

 seem to find in lying on their backs and 

 standing on their heads in Cambridgeshire 

 ploughs. Talking of the raiders reminds me 

 that I once rode from Cambridge with one 

 of them (the Hon. R. White) to Stowe Fox. 

 I was riding a three - year - old mare, and 

 rode her the whole way to the meet without 

 touching the bridle. Coming home, my com- 

 panion bettered my performance by riding 

 his horse over every gate we met on a 

 bridle-road, which, considering that he, like 

 the rest of us, had taken a toss at the Stowe 

 Fox brook, shows that he then had nerve 

 that ought to stand a life's wear and tear. 

 My brother (Mr. J. A. Pease, now M.P.), 



