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did better than if they had been my own. I shall 

 never forget the different styles I saw that day. 

 There was every imaginable dress. I am not certain 

 there was not a kilt. The huntsman was a stout 

 old man (like the late old Isaac Woolcot), quite 

 17 St. He seemed to do nothing but find fault 

 with the field, and swear at some of the outsiders 

 ([ suppose these were the ones who had not 

 answered to " the cap "). It was usual in those days 

 to go round with the cap to start with, which, 1 

 presume, was the huntsman's perquisites or wages. 

 After some time they found a hare, and ran about 

 a hundred yards into a patch of furze, where they 

 checked. Indeed, they looked like staying there all 

 day, so after chafifing some of the field we left them 

 to enjoy their fun. This was my only day with the 

 Brighton Harriers, some thirty years ago ; now they 

 tell me they have improved, and I sincerely hope 

 they have, as there was plenty of room for it. 



Speaking of Mr. Mannington, I must not omit 

 to say what a loss I consider he was to the pro- 

 fession he so successfully followed. He was always 

 looked upon as an authority, and was called in as 

 an umpire when the bet was made about which was 

 the best looking sire, ' Gladiateur ' or ' Blair Athol ' 

 — which, I believe, was drawn. Upon all occasions 



