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enveloped. But Jenkins was in no humour for the road. 

 Hoopla ! cried a rude bystander. " Oh dear ! " muttered 

 Jenkins as the Grand Old Quad dropped on the further edge 

 of the chasm. J., again, is not a man who lacks decision. He 



decided to part. And part he did with a backward parabole 

 and a stirrup-iron cleaving in true safety fashion to either foot. 

 Ugh ! grunted the venerable hunter, in grateful acknowledg- 

 ment of a burden removed. Ugh ! he grunted again as he 

 found a sound purchase on the fleshier portions of the recum- 

 bent Jenkins, and leaped gaily to terra firma. The old horse 

 then galloped gaily through the village after hounds, grazed 

 happily in an orchard as they were bayed round huntsman and 

 fox while Jenkins came home, and told me the tale. 



GRAFTON. 



THE Grafton, who are in the best of form and fortune, made 

 their mark again on Monday, November 28, with a fast and 

 severe run of fully an hour and a half part of it over a charm- 



