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2 LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY

horse was sold by auction at Leicester, and I have heard that
Lady Warwick never regretted the purchase.

Riding- good horses, she made good use of them, and when
hounds ran fast in Essex she was generally seen in the front :
in the words of the late Sir Charles Mordaunt and the
Hon. and Rev. W. R. Verney, authors of the soul-stirring
"Annals of the Warwickshire Hunt," we learn that in 1892
" Lady Warwick is a very strong and bold horsewoman, and
the horse has to go when she puts it at a fence."




The Countess of Warwick's "Goldfinch"

J-'roiii a painting by Lynwopd Palmer

Monday, Blackmore, the gth. — The smallest field on record, not twenty
at the meet, never two score all day. The reason not far to seek. A
dense fog, which showed no signs of lifting at 9 a.m., sent all City men to
town. Willingale had played havoc with the one-horse brigade, and
Blackmore, in this young season, has already acquired an unenviable
notoriety for the paucity of its foxes. Why and wherefore, who knows ?
The place used to swarm with them. Col. Arkwright's covert at Thoby
was once a sure find.

Perfectly sick of the whole thing. Blackmore blank, Lady Grove
tenantless. Col. Disney's coverts unoccupied by a single member of the
vulpine fraternity, Writtle Park a sealed book, for the shooters have not
yet had their say. At 2.15 we bade adieu to the chase, and good night
to all those who had for a moment been betrayed into a gallop by the sight
of a yellow cat at Thoby, and steered our way from Fryerning, several
gates having to be opened and shut before the high road was gained. To
this, and this alone, we owed our salvation, for by the time we had cleared



now ABOUT THOSE GREENS ? 3

the farm buildings and elicited from a man pulping roots the nearest and
shortest cut to Blackmore, hounds could be seen just entering Fryerning
Wood ; and hearing that Horsefrith Park would be taken as a forlorn hope,
we luckily, as the sequel will show, held on, otherwise it would have been
a case of " came out too late on Saturday" and " left too soon on Monday "
— a double-barrel that would effectually have choked us off foxhunting for
a month.

" How about those greens ? " said Jack to the huntsman, as he was
unfastening the straw band that held the gate near Horsefrith Park, point-
ing at the same time to some ver}^ likely-looking cabbages on the opposite
side of the lane, " And a very likely place, too," said Mr. David Christy.
Certainly they were a splendid crop, affording ample covert. But no, it




The Countess of Warwick's "Athboy" by "Ascetic"

J-i-oiH a /'ainting by Lynivood Palmer
Winner 1st J'r/'zes, Kic/imond, Royal Sho-a', Leicester and Peterborough, 1896



was not to be, and so to Horsefrith Park and then home was the order.
Following young Mr. Marriage through his father's farm, we had barely
passed it before we heard Bailey's yack ! yack ! as hounds opened in
covert. " Keep him up," shouted the huntsman, and crack went half-a-
dozen thongs as we galloped the grass field on the Blackmore side. But
this was no Blackmore fox, but a real stout customer, who was not to be
baulked of his line, and Jack was already over the fence under the tree,
screaming his lustiest, as the big dog hounds, fresh as if only just out of
kennel, tore across the first big stubble field. Two fences, as blind as your
hat and as dark as Erebus, and we jumped into and crossed the first of the
six or seven roads and lanes we had to negotiate during the thirty minutes
the gallop lasted over the cream of the country, taking in a lot of sound
grass. Touching Spain's Wood, four miles to that point, they left Screens
Park on the left, and two miles further on lost their fox at Moor Wood,
Roxwell.



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Fast at first and slow at the end, it was a most enjoyable gallop, and
amply rewarded all those who had borne the burden and heat of the day —
fourteen all told, saw the finish — Mr. R. Y. Bevan (who, in the absence
of both masters, was in charge for the day), Mr. H. J. Price, Mr. P. S.
Lee, Mr. L. Marriage, junr., Messrs. E. and D. Christy, Mr. Gosling, Mr.
Craig, Mr. Gibson, Messrs. Carr (two), Mr. Hollebone, a gentleman on a
bay, Major and Mrs. Ricardo and Mrs. Upton. During the run it was a
perfect treat to see the keen way in which young Mr. Marriage rode to
hounds on a marvellously clever little bay, and some very funny fences
had to be negotiated, I can assure you, for the gates didn't lie handy when
we crossed the roads and lanes. This is the second time quite recently
that a fox has been found in his father's covert, which is scarce a stone's
throw from the house.




Roland Yorke Bevan



The Poet Laureate of the Hunt and the popular Hunt
Secretary in the year 1897, which office he has held, in con-
junction with Mr. Tyndale White, for many years, is one of the
most popular as he has been in his time one of the hardest
riders with the Essex Hounds. Kind-hearted and generous
to a degree, he has done a good deal for hunting in Essex, and



p. S. LEE AND HIS MARE "GLADYS 5

had he possessed a long enough purse, would have made a
most excellent Master of Hounds, for he has the tact of an
M.P. Mr. Bevan never passes anyone on the way home from
hunting without raising his hat or saying "good night."

Sired by "Fetherlock," Gladys was the best hunter ever
owned by Mr. Lee, and for three seasons 1889 to 1891, she
carried him most brilliantly to the front. No run was too long
for her, no fence too big, and when hounds ran into their fox
whoever else might be missing it was certainly not Mr. Lee
and his mare "Gladys."



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Christmas Greetings. — We would gladly have deferred these until the
boys come home from school, but the frost set in heartily on Tuesday night



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