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What was to be done ? The difficulty was at length 

 overcome. Joe Witts — the sturdy Joe, whose voice 

 was like the roaring of a lion — exclaimed "Tie him to 

 I, Maister! Tie him to I! He can't run away 

 then." This plan was adopted. The two men were 

 tied to each other, back to back, and when the party 

 returned with a horse and cart, they found the 

 poacher and his partner Joe as firmly attached 

 as the Siamese twins. The poacher had his way. 

 He was carried to the police station, and in due 

 course his case came before the magistrate and he 

 was duly convicted. I have often wondered what 

 the subject of conversation was between the attached 

 pair during their long wait for the conveyance. 



1 We have had our demonstrations and festivities 

 on these Downs, and in that way have made our 

 not inconsiderable mark in local history. There is 

 plenty of room hereabouts for a mass meeting, and 

 during the progress of more than one general elec- 

 tion such a meeting has been held. As to the 

 cause, or the candidate, or the speakers, I need 

 not say a word. I may remark, however, that we 

 have always been winners. We have stood on no 

 Yellow Jacks. As to festivities — well, when Shot- 

 over won the Two Thousand and Derby, and 

 Geheimniss the Oaks, in 1882, the Duke of West- 

 minster and Lord Stamford joined with me in 

 providing funds for a fite to celebrate the double 

 event, and invited the people of Kingsclere "town" 

 and neighbourhood to dinner. Tents, decorated 

 with the Duke's and Lord Stamford's colours, were 



