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gate such as a nineteen-stone man has never yet jumped, and 

 never will again. The Pytchley had a fast thing from a gorse of 

 the baronet's at Dodford, and ran to the Nen, near Heyford village, 

 where there is a bridge across the river, and a six-barred locked 

 gate in the middle of it. They were just running into their fox, 



about two hundred yards 

 ahead, when Sir Charles, and 

 Mr. Gurney about as far behind 

 them, reached the gate. Find- 

 ing it locked, he turned his 

 horse round and went over it ; 

 and to his amazement, as he 

 glanced back, the Norfolk 



welter and his horse were in the air. Fortune favoured them, 

 and although Robin rapped it like thunder with every leg, they 

 landed safe. ' What do you think of that ? ' was the question put 

 to Parson Walker, who would not have charged a hurdle for a 



1 The horse rapped it like thunder 

 with every leg.' 



