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before weighing out. The course was a 

 beautiful one, on a horseshoe of grass, 

 unbroken, save by the fences, which were a 

 goodly size, but not more than a fair sample 

 of the Warwickshire and Leicestershire 

 countries. We were divided into two 

 classes, a twelve-stone and a fourteen-stone 

 class, and we who rode in the former were 

 rather amused and surprised to find that 

 Mr. Muntz's great, yet beautiful mare, 

 with about sixteen stone on her back, was 

 entered in our lot. We all were to start 

 together, and Mr. Ashton, M.F.H., sent on 

 the way a field of thirteen. From this point 

 I will attempt to describe what I was able 

 to see of the race. Except that my grey 

 mare was a good hunter, and had beaten 

 another in a trial, I had no idea of what 



