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expected he would have done it by the way he caught 

 his horse by the head and rode up to him, luckily 

 there was a strong post and rails in the hedge or 

 he might have tried it on. 



JACK ABBEY AND THE CUB. 



Jack Abbey, who was second whip in those days 

 deserves an anecdote. It was late in the season 

 and there were some early cubs about. We were 

 in a huge wood in the Fen Country called Bourn 

 Wood. The day was quite hot for the time of year 

 and everybody was wishing themselves out of Bourn 

 Wood, which is a difficult thing to achieve at any 

 time with hounds. As we were sitting or waiting 

 in a riding, a vixen crossed quite close to us with a 

 cub in her mouth. Jack Abbey cracked his whip 

 at her, and she dropped the poor little fellow. Jack 

 was off his horse in a twinkling, and, picking up 

 the cub, put it into his hat, and rode on with it. 

 Our little friend soon began to feel a little uncom- 

 fortable in such close quarters, and, from being pretty 

 nearly stifled, showed signs of wishing to get some 

 fresh air by moving about and clawing the top of 

 Jack's head. He accordingly took him out of his 

 hat, wrapped him up in his pocket-handkerchief, and, 



