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middle, and fell out of it. After that he pulled 

 up. 



Phelan and I had hounds to ourselves once 

 from the same gorse, Killeen, everyone taking a 

 wrong turn, or fallen into a deep ditch with a bad 

 take off near covert. We had a nice hunt quite 

 alone for about five miles, when it began to freeze 

 and scent failed completely ; we lost him before 

 the Master caught us. 



There were occasional difficulties at Kilkenny 

 even in those days. In the Freshford country 

 one man had made himself very disagreeable and 

 had twice stoned people who rode over his land. 



Of course foxes made a point of crossing it. 

 One rather good hunt we found ourselves there 

 again, with our friend at his gate armed with 

 rocks, wire all round except one very high narrow 

 bank which fenced the angry gentleman's wheat 

 field. 



Mr. Langrishe was with me, he put his horse at 

 the bank and heard all the farmer had to say 

 during a determined refusal. 



** Open the gate ? " " The divil an' open ? 

 Back we could go the way we come, ourselves an' 

 our likes of the Hunt Club." 



The Master muttered something to me, then 

 he murmured still more softly. Wheat . . . 

 horses do run away, sometimes. 



I was riding the Wizard, who was never a 

 greedy horse for a big fence, but he was doubtless 



