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We have to thank Mr J. H. Stokes for a mount 

 with the Pytchley on Saturday, April i, 191 1, 

 when they met at Sibbertoft viUage, some four miles 

 from Market Harborough. A good gallop resulted 

 .with the morning fox, ending in blood, and affording 

 a stranger an excehent impression of Pytchleydom 

 at its best ; with a brilliant field of nearly three 

 hundred riding along. Journeying from Grantham 

 to Market Harborough by the morning train, gives 





Mr J. H. stokes giving a finishing touch. 



a fine panorama view of Leicestershire's fair fields ; 

 classic ground where the mightiest Nimrods of 

 past generations have ridden. Every field and 

 every fence has an association that conjures up 

 some episode of the chase, some name famous in 

 the annals of hunting. Market Harborough recalls 

 one of Whyte Melville's best sporting novels, and 

 to-day is the centre from which three or four of the 

 grass-country packs can be reached. A motor 

 was in readiness to speed us with all haste to Mr 

 Stokes' house at Great Bowden, a village that seems 



