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ride my first drag on that beautiful, roaring, 

 arch-kneed, and queer-tempered bloody son 

 of Ballot. And yet, after all the excellent 

 sport I have seen since, I very much 

 doubt if any hours were ever more enjoyed 

 than those spent in tearing over the picked 

 patches of Cambridgeshire after aniseed, 

 behind or in front of the wild brutes we 

 dignified with the name of hounds. I 

 remember that first day better than many 

 a more glorious gallop after. Four of us 

 jogged to the meet at Lords Bridge in the 

 rain : the present Vicar of Bethnal Green 

 (Hon. A. G. Lawley) carried the horn on 

 old Gingertail ; Lord Binning (Colonel in 

 the Blues), on that king of drag -horses, 

 Mosquito ; Mr. Percy Aylmer of Wai worth ; 

 and Mr. Mitchell of Forcett. As far as I 



