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the middle of the Monday country, all roads in the
Wednesday district converged on Mrs. Oakfield at
Thurrow Park. Fashionable Friday contained several
good-sized estates and many important fox-preservers
and staunch supporters, but no predominant person-
age. Saturday, however, had its unmistakable mag-
nate in Sir Jocelyn Porteus-Porteous of Folesford
Hall. The Saturday country was the least popular of
the four divisions. Well-wooded, hilly, and sporadic-
ally blemished by collieries, it was considered very
sporting by those who lived in it. A Saturday hunt
was a scrambling, cramped, hound-musical affair,
much enjoyed by middle-aged enthusiasts on slow
horses. A minor feature which I remember was an
abundance of holly trees, which contributed a cosy
old-fashioned Christmas atmosphere to my impression
of Saturdays. Sunny Jim, my short-tailed, short-
backed, short-legged, clever performer, found Satur-
days much more to his liking than the other days,
with their cut and laid fences, big ditches, and quick
bursts across pasture and arable. I was very fond of
Jim and I always gave him half of the apple which
I produced from my pocket early in the afternoon,
He was an artful old customer, and sometimes when
he heard me munching my apple he would halt and
turn his head to receive his portion. He did this one
day when I was loitering with a slack rein along one
of the spacious green rides which ventilated the
Folesford home coverts. The august presence of Sir
Jocelyn happened to be just behind me; his amuse-
ment at Sunny Jim's intelligent behaviour is a lucky
little stroke of reminiscence, for it is not easy to
describe him without seeming a shade discourteous
to Porteus-Porteous. (Note the majestic variation in