The Rev. George Hustler, M.F.H. 23 



who was at the University at that time came in for mounts two 

 or three days a week, having the time of his life. This nephew 

 is the present owner of all these Hustler properties, and takes a 

 great interest in them, as well as in all the leading movements of 

 the day. 



Mr. George Hustler prided himself on being able to ride 

 horses no one else could manage, and when the time came that 

 money was not very plentiful this was a boon, as he was able to 

 pick up some very awkward animals for small considerations. 

 They mostly went kindly with him, which was more than some 

 of them did when he occasionally mounted friends on them. 



From Oxford he had plenty of hunting and owned some fine 

 horses, but in 1877 an old north-country friend, the Rev. John 

 Burdon, resigned the living of English Bickner, in Gloucester- 

 shire, and it was offered to George Hustler, who accepted it, as 

 he had been feeling for some time that he ought to be doing some 

 work. Yet I know he was not entirely in accord with all the 

 English Church's creeds and dogmas and was glad to give up his 

 living at Stillingfleet partly on that account. Perhaps he had 

 become reconciled to the Church requirements, or maybe it was 

 a case of necessity knowing no law. 



Poor dear old man ! He often told me he hoped he should 

 not die in bed, a lingering death, but out in the open air amongst 

 all the beautiful works of nature he loved so well. He wanted 

 to die in harness, and his wish was fulfilled, for he died the 

 death of all others he would have liked, " giving no trouble to 

 anyone," as he expressed it. 



When first he went to English Bickner, he built kennels at 

 his own expense and hunted the Forest of Dean for deer and fox, 

 but had given up hunting hounds himself a year or two before 

 he died, finding the strain too much for him in his advancing 

 years. 



When last I was at English Bickner in his lifetime the kennels 

 were empty, and only two horses stood in the stables, but he still 

 hunted with the Ross Harriers, Mr. Teddy Curres', and neighbour- 

 ing packs until the end. He was out with the Ross Harriers the 

 day he died, February 25, 1905. He had been suffering for some 

 years with his heart, and ought not really to have been hunting at 

 all. On the morning of the 25th he appeared to be in his usual 

 health, and started away on his gentle and clever hunter, 



