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THE BEST SEASON ON RECOED. 



and this, too, quite apart from the welcome swarm of 

 beaming schoolboys. But, merely to join the pack 

 nearest their own, and to avoid long roadwork, the 

 regular hunting men of the district appear to make far 

 freer use of the trains, even of the old-established rail- 



'' HEY, JOHNSON! * * * ORDER ME A TRAIN! I'lL HUNT WITH SIR BACHE," 



ways, than they were accustomed to before they had the 

 example thus lavishly set — albeit an instance to the con- 

 trary suddenly jumps into memory, carrying me back 

 fully half a dozen years to one Thursday morn. The 

 clock had barely finished striking nine at a certain Lodge 

 in Melton Mowbray (smoking hours having been pro- 

 longed overnight and Thursday voted an off day), when 



