With the Fitzwilliam. 9 



themselves in the predicament of the nigger who 

 couldn't tell t'other from which. 



" What sort of a morning is it ? '' said a " noble 

 sportsman '' to his London valet, when he called him 

 at the ghastly hour of six to go a-hunting with the 

 Cottesmore. 



"Very dark, sir/ and smells of cheese/' was the 

 reply, for the attendant had opened the cupboard door 

 instead of the window shutters. 



Departing from King's-cross by the splendidly 

 appointed three o'clock train of the Great Northern 

 Railway^ Peterborough is reached in an hour and forty 

 minutes, punctually to the instant \ and as the Great 

 Northern runs through the very centre of the Fitz- 

 william country in its passage from Huntingdon to 

 Peterborough, an opportunity is offered to " take 

 stock."" No doubt the traveller will arrive at a con- 

 clusion similar to that of the gentleman who remarked 

 to a fellow-passenger, as the result of his observations 

 whilst flying through this part of the world, '^that 

 there seemed to be a good deal of land about ; ^' and 

 this being the only remark he made during the 

 journey, goes far to show that he was a very pleasant 

 companion as well as an acute observer. Leaving 

 Peterborough by a branch line of the North -Western 

 Railway, Wansford-road station is reached within half 

 an hour or thereabouts, and a short drive lands the 

 visitor at the door of the Haycock, over the portals of 

 which hangs the well-known sign, now sadly stained 

 and weather-beaten, showing the bridge, with a 

 countryman reclining on a haycock, who had been 

 borne sleeping by the waters of the Nene until he 

 reached this spot, and, in reply to inquiry as to where 



