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father, and she hunted the pack most beautifully. 

 Shortly after we drove up word was brought 

 that a stag had been singled out, so horses were 

 mounted hastily and we started in pursuit. Miss 

 Lovell ran into her quarry after a good run of two 

 hours, and she was good enough to give me a slot, 

 which I now have hanging up among other trophies 

 of the chase as a reminder of a very pleasant day. 

 We crossed both woodland and moorland in the 

 course of the run, and we had both banks and bogs 

 to negotiate. The worst feature of the country, 

 however, and the one that brought most of the 

 strangers to grief, was the old cart-ruts overgrown 

 with heather, which were bad for horses not accus- 

 tomed to them. Fortunately my experience of the 

 Bagshot side of Mr Garth's country here stood 

 me in good stead, as I had had almost every 

 experience of riding over heathland. 



In the days when I was hunting with Mr Garth's 

 hounds, Campbell and I were coming home from 

 hunting, and our way lay over Odiham Common, 

 into which there was a very big fence. I was on 

 Tom and took it first. When we were on the bank 

 I saw a saw-pit immediately in front of us, and I 

 felt Tom make a tremendous effort, and he doubled 

 himself over. He must have dropped his hind- 

 legs on the bar of the saw-pit, for on looking at it 

 afterwards I found the mark of his hoof and a 

 piece of the wood broken out, so it was a near 

 thing. 



As we often had long rides home to Brooke 



