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but a useful lot to do the five miles each way in and 

 out to the Dotrill at Reighton, a lonely wayside inn. 

 The third team of dark browns and a chestnut were 

 bigger, heavier horses with the best of manners, for 

 the most difficult driving stage into Bridlington. 

 Going through the town it was easy to imagine that 

 Pandemonium had been let loose, a whirlpool of 

 donkeys with bells on them, carrying a party of 

 noisy trippers, being most disconcerting, but the 

 leaders went straight ahead, oblivious of any kind 

 of road nuisance. This dark brown team were 

 more of a harness stamp than any of the others, 

 higher on the leg, and with taking action, the off- 

 side chestnut wheeler being the only hunter of the 

 party. For the return journey after luncheon, they 

 were in readiness again, and it was a revelation to 

 find that, in spite of incessant afternoon motor traffic 

 in both directions, we accomplished the journey 

 with safety and dispatch. A new team of chestnut 

 leaders and bright bay wheelers were in waiting at 

 Filey to do the heavy stage of hill work back to 

 Scarborough. The leaders were both fifteen-stone 

 hunters, a very sporting pair rattling the bars gaily 

 as they danced along in front of the powerful 

 wheelers, who had a lot of collar-work steadying the 

 coach down the steep inclines near Cayton. To sit 

 behind such a team was most interesting, for on 

 a journey we seem to realise the character and 

 temperament of each horse, as with light hearts they 

 swing the coach along, performing their work with 

 that generous spirit so characteristic of a good 

 hunter with hounds. 



The view lit up by the setting sun was magnifi- 

 cent in colour and boldness, an ever-changing effect 

 of light and cloud that almost defies description. 

 The music of Walter's horn did seem to enliven the 



