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took the fences as they came and held his own with
many a would-be thruster forty years younger. And
there were two or three contemporaries of his who got
over the country in a way which I remember with
astonishment^ Compared with such anno Domini
defying old birds, jolly Judge Burgess (who came
from London as often as his grave duties permitted)
was a mere schoolboy. The Judge had returned to the
hunting-field at the age of fifty, after thirty years'
absence, and he had evidently made up his mind to
enjoy every minute of it as he bucketed along on a
hollow-backed chestnut who, he affirmed, knew a
dashed sight more about hunting than his learned

Regretfully I remember how incapable I was of
appreciating many of the ripe-flavoured characters
whom I encountered with such regularity. Obvious
enough was the newly-rich manufacturer who lived
in a gaudy multi-gabled mansion, and asked me,
" 3Ow many 'orscs do you reckon to keep?" as he
ambled along on a good-looking and confidential
grey for which he had given a mint of money. Much
more interesting, as I see him now, was Mr. Jariott,
an exquisitely polite silver-haired gentleman, who
lived alone in a shallow-roofed white-faced house in
a discreetly undulating park. As owner of several
good coverts, small and easy to get away from, he
was a punctilious preserver of foxes. It was said that
he knew all his foxes by name, and mourned the loss
when one of them was killed. But he would have
been horrified if his coverts had been drawn blank,
and so far as I could hear, such a thing had never
happened. The cut of his clothes was soberly stylish
and old-fashioned, and he was shy and sparing in his
utterances. I was told that he bred a certain sort of