CHAPTER III 

 AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL ODDS AND ENDS 



1HAD three seasons at Kilkenny, loving it 

 better as I got to know it. One season was 

 quite spoilt by a six weeks' frost, but the 

 skating was excellent to make up for it. 



I sold my Witch at the end of my second year 

 there to Mrs. Cavanagh. Hunting really cost 

 more than we could afford, but I replaced her 

 with something almost as good, Victory, if not 

 so fast. . . . The Witch never came do^vn with me. 



Fell the blank years after that — Armagh with 

 only harriers over a poisonous country, such 

 sheer waste of my big mare that I sold her to 

 come down to Limerick. Then Colchester, where 

 I had no horses, and could only watch the people 

 going out. The regiment had beagles which I 

 ran with, to the great detriment of my health and 

 weight. Essex looked very like Ireland save for 

 the plough, plenty of banks. 



I had a few days in Wales with the Flint and 

 Denbigh and Sir Watkyns and one day with the 

 Cheshire. 



The FHnt and Denbigh, drawing along a smooth 

 grassy slope with the sea winking at you at its 



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