CHAPTER III. 



RUN FROM "GIBBET GORSE," AND A CROPPER. 



IT is not probable that there are many in these 

 days who will take much interest in what happened 

 sixty or more years since to an old fellow who was 

 then a youngster. But there are one or two little 

 matters which occurred in his short hunting career 

 which may be not otherwise than of interest. I 

 could tell of many curious things, as the spider said 

 to the fly, but I will content myself with two or three 

 of them, feeling that enough is as good as a feast, 

 or quantum sat. I will begin with the meet at 

 Gibbet Gorse and a notable cropper, a regular 

 howler, or a ''father and mother" of a fall, that I 

 had the honour of getting close to Cottesmore. 



It was a dull and, what a Scotchman would call, 

 a softish morning, when we arrived at Gibbet Gorse, 

 so called from a gibbet having been erected there 



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