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out, and more impetuous hunters stood on their 

 heads at the taking off side. I had three falls 

 myself, though we scrambled up together, and 

 people who went fast at their fences had about 

 a dozen each. 



I shall never forget down there, Lady Beatrice 

 Butler, now Lady Beatrice Pole-Carew, coming on 

 a small pony which had never seen a fence, and 

 cramming him through a five-mile hunt. We 

 crossed one river three times, and each time she 

 fell in. It was a particularly nasty line, with high 

 blind banks, but the pony had to get every yard 

 of it on his head or his tummy or his knees. 

 Absolutely fearless and a perfect rider, his owner 

 did not care. 



If the pony did not die he stayed in his stable 

 for a month at least. He had been taken out for 

 a quiet ride off soft feeding. 



I got a few days with the Tipperarys, hunted 

 then as now by the well-known Mr. Richard Burke. 

 Magnificently mounted and absolutely fearless, 

 he had a splendid pack there. We only got to 

 probably the best of the country near Kilcooley 

 Abbey, and what a country it was. Mr. Burke 

 tells me it is more overgrown now. I had some 

 glorious gallops with the Tipperarys and seen three 

 black caps. Mr. Langrishe, Mr. Burke, and Mr. 

 Nugent Humble riding at each other like demons 

 over three big green banks. Mr. Langrishe on 

 Blazes, or a brown, Scraps I think he called it. 



