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large ridge and furrow field where we used to gallop 

 across to see them jump it in the steeplechase. Sir 

 Frederick Johnstone, who had come out late, heard 

 the hounds running, and seeing me riding after 

 them, turned throuo-h the o-ate in front of me, and 

 went galloping on, nearly on top of the four couple 

 and a half. I called out to him : 



" All right. Sir Frederick, give them a chance ; 

 there is no one within three fields of us." 



But on he went, rio^ht in the track of the hounds, 

 shouting out : 



" Forrard they go ! Forrard they go !" 



I wanted him to keep either to the right or left of 

 the pack, as by riding straight behind running hounds 

 you are apt to drive them over the scent. They 

 were running quite up wind in half a gale, with 

 their heads up and sterns down, as if they were 

 running to view. We had to jump a big brook with 

 the fence on the landing side — a very nasty place. 

 However, we got over all right. Sir Frederick was 

 very excited, still calling out, "Forrard they go! 

 Forrard they go !" and sending his horse along as 

 hard as he could. My old horse was cantering 

 along with his head in his chest, cracking his nostrils 

 (as none but thoroughbred horses do), and I thought 

 to myself: 



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