Thursday, March 5th, 1896. 



The Draghounds met to-day, because of the Grand Military 

 Meet. Bean Oak Farm, near Buckhurst. A large field. 



The line was a capital one with every variety of jumps. It ran 

 N.E., then to the left up to Billingbear E. Lodge, sharp left again 

 over the sunken fence, to finish in the next field. 



Refusals, as usual, commenced early. One bold fencer put his 

 rider down, and, hurrying on, gave the field an exhibition of his 

 lepping powers. This gave H. E. W. a rare opportunity of showing 

 of what mettle, or shall we say " metal," he was made. 



By dint of much shouting he gets a yokel to stop the runaway, 

 swops mounts, and sends his own (a slow mover) to the downcast 

 hero, with a message that " he'd wait for him at the finish." 



The language which this kindly message evoked brought back to 

 many of us tender reminescences of sketching on horseback. 



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