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about nine vears old, was stationed on his 

 pony, with the hope of getting another peep 

 at us. It so happened that the servant who 

 attended tally-ho'd the fox, and we all came 

 close to him; when the boy, perceiving a 

 captain of dragoons* among the field, who, 

 by the orderly-book of his regiment, is denied 

 the Christian-like operation of shaving, he 

 rode up to his father and exclaimed : ' Papa, 



who is that gentleman iiith a ivig wider his 

 nose V 



" I have one more anecdote, and then I 

 have done; but this relates to myself. On 

 the second day I was out with these hounds ; 

 as I was changing from my hack to my hunter, 

 a farmer by the name of Boys — who, I under- 

 stand, is a character in his way — addressed 

 me thus ; ' Why, you be a stranger in these 

 parts, ben't you ?' ' Yes,' replied I ; ' I am.' 

 1 A pretty good pack of clogs, ben't they, sir?' 

 ' I dare say they are,' was my answer ; i but I 

 will tell you more about them by-and-by.' 

 1 Ah !' said the farmer, shaking his head, 

 i there is one fault about the gentlemen who 

 follows these hounds, they breaks the fences, but 

 they never mends them.' Not taking him rightly, 



* I believe the officer alluded to was Colonel George Greenwood, of 

 the 2nd Life Guards, and not in the Dragoons. — Author. 



