200 THE TEINITY FOOT BEAGLES 



us tea at whicli he provided champagne, port, and very good 

 cigars. 



Here, then, is a procession or pageant of as many sample 

 " farmers " as there are letters in the alphabet, and including all 

 sorts and conditions of men, and some very ill-conditioned, " Peerage 

 folks" and "Post Office Directory folks," from tatterdemalion 

 "long doggers" to County Gentlemen, every one of whom is 

 human, and is ticked off with a mot juste. A typical farmer of 

 substance, " A.," heralds the procession, and " Z.," a County Gentle- 

 man, brings up the rear. 



The following extract from a record of a day over the above 

 country is an interesting coincidence : — 



" A lot of people out riding (some of whom should have known 

 better), who rode over hounds nearly all day long, and played the 

 giddy ass generally. So I stopped between four and five o'clock after 

 a very annoying and very rotten day." 



" The worst of it is you can't ' damn ' them." 



You might not suspect that any romance underlay the notes of 

 sport and hospitality provided by Z. Two of those who are referred 

 to in the notes " now live happily ever after," and, if you have ever 

 read a fairy story, you of course know what that means ! — F. C. K. 



The last entry in the volume runs : — 



" See new book " — which gives me furiously to think. I have not 

 been shown the second volume, which must contain the memoranda 

 for the fen meet at Manea, which it falls to my lot to arrange, so 

 that I come into the procession of farmers myself ! I wonder what 

 they say of me. I only gave them sandwiches, bread and cheese, 

 cake, beer, and whisky, stand-up fashion, before hunting, and the 

 things normal people have at tea-time, viz. tea, bread and butter, 

 divers cakes, and little buns and jam. No hot sausages, port wine, 

 or cigars, and certainly no " bubbley " wine. And therefore : — 



What T.F.B. 

 May say of me. 



