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pered man. I see a lad from Melton once follow 

 him when the hounds were running hard from Glen 

 Gorse. His horse rolls right over him at a drop 

 fence ; Sir Harry pulls smack up ; and he gets oft 

 and lets his own horse go. Then he picks him up, 

 and sets him in his saddle all right again ; never 

 thought nothing about the hounds. They caught his 

 horse though, and he saw all the run. The year 

 before he took to the hounds, he jumped a great 

 flight of rails into the Spa-field, near the town. The 

 hounds came to a check there ; he hit his leg, and 

 was lame good three weeks. That was a sad teazer 

 for him. 



What a strong active man Sir Harry was ! When 

 he was grouse-shooting in Scotland, he'd tie his clothes 

 on his head, and swim across those streams ; never 

 stop at nothing. It was quite a treat for him to 

 fight a horse. He had a black un that nearly beat 

 him though ; it was the day he went coursing with 

 old Mr. Marriott, at Edmundthorpe. They killed 

 three of Lord Harboro's hares going ; such a game ! 

 Mr. Marriott was quite in a way about it when he 

 overtook them ; he thought his own lad had been 

 doing it for a spree ; Sir Harry took all the blame. 

 They had this horse out with the greyhounds. They 

 were all on him ;. first Sir Harry, then Mr. Holyoake ; 

 but he tired them all out, whipping and spurring him. 

 Mr. Holyoake used to walk behind, and give it him 

 with the whip, when Sir Harry was on ; and he carried 

 on this business all day. Mr. Marriott and his son 

 both had a try. He kicked up a rare dust in Rotten 

 Row, and got over the rails, and then Jack Stevens 

 rode him. They got him quite quiet between them, 

 and Lord Plymouth gave a thousand for him. Him 

 and Mr. Edge of Strelley was uncommon intimate. 

 Such clipping pointers Mr. Edge had — liver and white 

 and black and white. Grand doings there », , . 

 used to be at Melton then. Forty gentle- 



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