Chapter I. 

 MY FAMILY. 



I HAVE had a grand life — more hunting than any 

 man Hving, I should think. I am writing this in 

 bed (January, 1953). I had a fall about a month 

 ago and fractured my thigh. I hope to get home 

 in about two weeks. I have broken so many bones, 

 but never my thigh before. I have broken my legs 

 six times, collar-bone twice, ribs, both arms and 

 pelvis, and cracked my shoulder blade. The 

 broken pelvis was the worst. 



I suppose I ought to give up jumping fences now, 

 as I have lost my grip and probably I never ought 

 to have come off. It was down-hill and a blind 

 ditch on the take-off side. It unfortunately 

 happened a long way from the road, and they had 

 to carry me across some very rough fields and then 

 put me down on the road-side to wait for the 

 ambulance, and it was raining hard. Not very 

 pleasant, but I was very fortunate in getting it set 

 right away by a very, very good surgeon, and he 

 tells me that I shall be quite sound. 



I think I ought to be very thankful for the way I 

 shall finish my life. I have got a farm of about 

 350 acres, and I take a great interest in it and I 

 don't let it worry me. I am out every morning at 

 seven o'clock and I often have nine holes at golf 



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