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mistake, and were just moving off when the farmer said, " I hope you 

 have not shot any hares." " No," said Snipey at once. " Then what 

 the devil is this ? " said the farmer, holding up Snipey 's coat out of 

 the hole in which the hare's head was hanging. " That's an 'are," 

 said Snipey. " We brought it with us for lunch." " Good God ! " was 

 all the farmer said and walked off home. 



As before related, the writer met this farmer many years after 

 when he confirmed the story, and when asked why he had walked 

 off, said he was so overcome with laughter which he did not wish to 

 show that it was the only thing he could do. 



The stories of Snipey in those days were many, but not being on 

 beawUng we cannot well drarr another in.^ 



Among the subscribers and supporters of the hunt in those days, 

 the Dons were represented by Mr. Eouse-Ball of Trinity, and Mr. 

 Gunton of Magdalene, the former being a very regular runner. 



Apropos of Mr. Ball, Frank Baker of Trinity, one of the most 

 ardent supporters of the hunt, was gated by him for non-attendance 

 at his lectures, and being out the next day Baker thought he would 

 propitiate the Don by a sip from his flask. The day was a thirsty 

 one, and Baker was much chagrined to have the flask returned 

 empty. " And even after that," said Baker, " he never offered to let 

 me off my gate — no more whisky for Ball ! " 



The above recalls another unfortunate contretemps which 

 happened, I think, to Antrobus. There was a bye morning meet, so 

 he wrote a letter in The Pitt to his lecturer saying that in con- 

 sequence of a severe headache he was unable to attend the lecture, 

 dated it the next day, and posted it in the Message Box ten minutes 

 after the last clearing time so as to be delivered the next morning, 

 when he went out with the Beagles. Unfortunately the messenger 

 was late and delivered the post-dated letter the same night. The 

 writer had a mauvais quart cVhcure with the lecturer, and was " at 

 home " at six for some time after. 



The largest bag Hunt made in any one day was at Haverhill 



^ Beagling or no beagling, Snipey deserves such immortality as we can give him, 

 and so I asked for more Snipey stories and have got two. They follow later. — 

 F. C. K. 



