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can answer it correctly." A long and thoughtful pause followed, 

 broken by an erudite youth with spectacles. " Please, sir, 

 perhaps they was moulting ! " 



One of Mr. Honey's stories is of a yokel, met on the road one 

 evening. 



Vicar. — Well, George, where are you going ? 



George. — B'aint going nowhere. 



Vicar. — But you must be going somewhere. 



George. — No, I b'aint, I be coming back. 



When the war broke out it was decided to disband the 

 Marland pack, partly owing to the high price of meal and the 

 decrease in subscriptions, and partly because Mr. Honey's 

 horses had been commandeered by the Government. Two 

 sporting farmers took the hounds, and continued to hunt them 

 one day a week as a trencher-fed pack, known as the Hather- 

 leigh and Marland harriers. Mr. Honey volunteered to go to 

 the front as a chaplain, and got his Bishop's consent, but the 

 War Office considered him too old. 



