42 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



have written of as a good one to follow, a bad one 

 to beat. He used to write then a series of very 

 charming Hunting Notes in Land and Water, 

 embracing four packs. 



Hounds, Gentlemen, Please, has made me think 

 of many sins that I've committed myself. Talking 

 at checks, riding on forgetfully, and a great many 

 more. 



The Kilkennies meet three days a week — three 

 days a fortnight was meant to be my portion, but 

 — with planks and nails and Irish recklessness, we 

 stretched the little stud to four. I had my Witch, 

 she never fell with me, and a cob nearly pure 

 Arab called Nelly Grey, and there was the Wizard 

 and something hired, four for two of us, but they 

 worked hard. 



Dawson was first whip, and Ned, who took to 

 drinking and whose last episode with the Kil- 

 kennies was insisting on flying up Tory Hill in a 

 thick fog to get his hounds when they had all gone 

 home, was second. 



The trappy country round Barneglessauny (I 

 did not invent the name) was too much for my 

 Limerick horse. He put me down twice my first 

 day out, over fences we don't have — very low banks 

 with straggling thorns on top and wide ditches. 



Mrs. Langrishe had a wonderful little mare. 

 Waterproof, only a pony, but practically a 

 thoroughbred, and another a grey, a thoroughbred 

 which had not grown, both of which with their 



