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bro*s : one of 'em was with The Grove, ^ Disaster 

 from Blythe Whitewater Gorse, and killed 

 in the Bramley country ; fifty-six minutes. They 

 went as if they were running in view all the time, but 

 they never saw the fox till one field off where they 

 killed. There never was a check or a holler from end 

 to end. I saw it all the way ; I was on a bay four- 

 year-old of Mr. Foljambe's. The only horse I ever 

 killed, was a thorough-bred one of Mr. Foljambe's, he 

 was by Comus, and he gave 250 guineas for him at 

 four years old. It was a very bad job, was that. This 

 was the very horse I got eleven falls from in one day ; 

 you have that in my other lecture. I had just got 

 him ; he would jump anything, and a nice horse he 

 was, up to thirteen stone over any country. It was a 

 stake and bound hedge, with a wide ditch to you ; he 

 jumped it beautiful ; there was a stake lay on the 

 ground, and he lands on one end of it, and the other 

 tilts up right into his body ; and he dies in two hours. 

 The late Mr. Frank Foljambe was out that day ; he 

 was a first-rate man across country, and kept a rare 

 sort of horse. The Rufibrd's a particular The Grove and 

 pleasant hunt for ladies and farmers. Rufford Cracks. 

 There was more of them in this and the Grove than 

 any I ever saw ; clipping riders among them ; some 

 of the Grove farmers has bred the best hunters that 

 ever went over Leicestershire — Clinker, Clasher, Clip- 

 per, Panza, Smasher, Crossbow, and Doctor, both of 

 them last was Sir Harry's ; they all come from those 

 parts. That's the Peterboro' train there : we must 

 look sharp ; we'll see a bit of the Duke's country, 

 when you come back next month. 



