12 THE CAMBRIDGE DRAG AND 



Binning, and I got level — a fence, a rail, 

 another fence, then two gates in and out of 

 the road, all abreast. Lawley is elbowed 

 off the gates, and Gingertail jumps the 

 gate-posts ; the other three of us rattle the 

 top bars with our horses' knees. The pace 

 Is terrific ; three silent hounds racing over 

 the grass and flying the fences ahead, the 

 rest no one cares where ; — Leete, the drags- 

 man, in view, sitting on his horse two fields 

 ahead under a high fence. Two fields of 

 grass, two more great fences, — over the 

 last of which we land like shot rubbish, 

 — a touch with the spur to Election, and 

 he draws out, finishing first, just as old 

 Norman, the leading hound, reaches Leete. 



No more trailing about the ploughs after 

 the Cambridgeshire Fox-hounds for me ! 



