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Raven was taller than Mr. Meynell. I don't see any 

 improvement in hounds myself; .1 don't. The Har- 

 boro' country was his fancy. Mr. Meynell gave up 

 in 1800. Jack Shirley was one of his whips. He was 

 an owdacious fellow ; big and stout, with a rough voice. 

 He was a great man with Mr. Smith ; and Sir Richard, 

 in Lincolnshire. 

 . ,. ^ u, We'll get a short cut down here past 



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Cream Gorse. Dal ! if I know much 

 about these roads ; I've been across these fields 

 thousands of times, too, with the hounds, and out 

 larks with the gentlemen. I scarcely ever fell when I 

 was out larks. I've been fox for the gentlemen all 

 over the country ; it didn't signify what part of the 

 country you were in if they wanted to have a lark ; be 

 it where it would. There was an assize job at that 

 house ; a poor lad got murdered. I don't just see 

 how we'll get out of this field ; we must just go back 

 through the gate. What's coming i* — 



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There's a go ! Oh dear ! Get to the horse's head ! 

 I wish we'd never comed here. I kep on a talking, 

 and you a writing, and we never saw that grip. 

 What a balcher I comes out of the gig ! I drove my 

 nose right into the ground : then you tumbles out 

 on top of me, and pins my legs right down. There's 

 above twelve stone of you ! I always likes to hitch 

 my legs away, and you fairly held 'em fast. I thought 

 the wheels would be over me. It's all very well — 

 you've done nothing but laugh at me these ten 

 minutes ; but your hat's quite as bad knocked in as 

 mine. There's your note-book — I see it come flying 

 over my head ; that 'uU be your pencil, in that tuft 

 of grass. Deary me ! how Captain White would have 

 laughed, if he had seen us ! This pimple's bleeding 

 on my nose ; it was in the ground, I don't know how 

 deep. That 'ull only be a graze on my eyebrow ; I'm 



