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THE OLD PACK 



T T is all very well to " go to the Shires," as 

 Mr. Sawyer did, or to cross the Irish 

 Channel and enjoy the delights of gallops 

 on equally green and less holding pastures 

 in Meath, but after all we never lose, I think, 

 the old keen sense of pleasure, which dates 

 from our knickerbocker days, and which 

 returns when we run down for a few days 

 with the old pack "at home." 



As we emercre from the little station into 

 the street of the quaint old market town, we 



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