The second line ran from the " Bramshill Hunt " P.H. 

 over the road, due south to West Court, where Mr. Buchanan very 

 kindly provided tea, drinks and a gallery of some twenty ladies ; 

 the latter took up a position flanking the last fence over which the 

 field came in a long extended line, among them the junior Junior 

 again on his own legs, a means of locomotion he is apparently 

 partial to. Our Major was amongst the last arrivals, having 

 stopped en route to rub his nose in the mud. On arrival he was the 

 subject of much sympathy of the fair, whom alone the brave 

 deserve. 



This evening, a Staff College Officer, dining in Berkshire, was a 

 participant in the following conversation : — 



She (whom he took in to dinner) : " I saw the Staff College 

 drag to-day, I never saw such a rag-tag and bob-tailed assemblage 

 in my life, such poor riders, too ! " 



He : " Yes. Not much of a lot, are they ? " 



She : " No ! Awful bounders ! " 



He : " Yes — er, I am one of them." 



Confusion and dismay on the part of the fair one. 



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