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It is not easy to recall accurately things that happened full 

 twenty-two years ago, but I remember one or two incidents which were 

 rather amusing. We had met one day at Orwell Brewery, and had had 

 a fair good hunt, and finished the run by running our hare to ground 

 in a conduit underneath a farm road which connected two fields — I 

 remember there was a lot of water in the drain, and we had difficulty 

 in keeping back the hounds, as they were keen for blood ; eventually 

 we got a long stick and poked our hare out, practically dead, through 

 being hard run, and also, no doubt, partly from the effects of the cold 

 water. We had tea and some of the Orwell beer, which was pretty 

 strong stuff, and started gaily off in the Committee cart. I was 

 driving and Allgood was on the box beside me. In those days the 

 waggonette we always drove (i.e. the Master, three Whips, and 

 generally three or four others) to the meets in was rather a ram- 

 shackle affair, and had no brake, and very seldom any lamps, and the 

 horses were always going far too near the wheels, so that their heels 

 struck the wheels. My own idea was that Porcheron, or whoever we 

 hired from, used to purposely send us out with rather a short pole, so 

 as to make the horses' feet hit the wheels, and thus induce us to drive 

 slow. I am sorry to say this had not the desired effect, as I don't 

 think I often averaged more than six minutes per mile. Well, I 

 fear I have rather wandered from my yarn about the drive home 

 from Orwell Brewery. Everything went well until going down the 

 hill from Orwell to Shelford, which is fairly steep. It was getting 

 darkish, and we were going at a hand canter down the hill, when 

 suddenly a string of farm carts appeared coming towards us, returning 

 from Cambridge market ; as usual on these occasions the carters 

 were congregated in the front cart — I had no lamps, nor had they. 

 Allgood and I holloaed at them like mad, and the first four or five 

 pulled out of our way, but the last cart did not do so sufficiently, and 

 the hub of the cart-wheel caught my splinter bar and just broke it 

 near the roller bolt. Having no brake, the only thing was to keep 

 the horses going faster than the waggonette, and as the horses had 

 got rather out of hand, Allgood took one rein and I had the other, 



