34 THE CAMBRIDGE DRAG AND 



about five fences from home. Here we 

 were confronted by a very stiff bullfinch, 

 with what appeared to be a gate in the 

 middle of it. There is not much time for 

 inspection on these occasions, and, seeing no 

 daylight through the black fence, I kept on 

 my course for the gate. As I approached 

 it, I realised it was not a gate, but a 

 high barrier beyond a drinking-place. It 

 was too late to change my mind, and I held 

 on, Nora Creina, my mare, carrying the 

 rails into the next field and letting several 

 others through the gap we made. I saw 

 several falling at the bullfinch, and among 

 them Mr. Jarvis, who got a nasty kick in 

 the face, and displayed a thing like a 

 concertina afterwards, which he alleged 

 he had worn on his head. Two fences 



