The run of the last Shanghai Paper Hunt, which took place on Saturday, will long be remembered as one of the merriest and pleasantest that the Shanghai Nimrods have been treated to, for many a day. There were several big places, in which those desirous of practising the useful art of natation could disport themselves to advantage, but which at the same time were not too serious to stop a well rammed pony from clearing. The ground was in perfect order, and with a half ebbed tide there was only just sufficient water in the ditches to make the ponies rise over their WAPS.20, with a few cheering words, the jumps.
attendant steward gave us the signal to "Move On," and away we went by the back of Mr. Major's house, at a rattling pace. Foremost, as usual at this early part of: the run, was "The Antiquated Brother" dashing recklessly over small jumps and furrow till, reaching that fearful chasm before ably surveyed by The Feeble One," he (the "A. B.") drew rein, and the Hunt left him 'a sadder but perhaps a wiser man."
We had now passed over two miles of country, when the scent ran in the direction of Sicawei, crossing one big jump which proved a deep study to some hale dozen, while at a few jumps further on "Spondulick" happened to deposit the noble Captain on a soft and muddy bank not laid down in the Admiralty Charts, Approaching Sicawei, ' Greenhiorn, "Btatescraft" and" Senlp" shewed. well to the front, crossed the hurdle off the Road, and followed the paper by a cir-énitous course towards Jesslield. Many checks now occurred, as the Paper was hardly laid ea straight as it might have been; during one of these said checks a leading Stock Broker attempted suicide from off a bridge, but not being destined to break his neck himself, on recovering be remounted his pony and has since determined to live rather than pay his own funeral expenses.
At Jessfield, a naval hero, who had throughout kept well to the fore, now struck the scent, bending in the direction of Bubbling Well, via the banks of the Soochow Creek, and away we went, at breakneck speed, striving hard to cut down. that weird horseman on "Anomaly." Strangely (!) enough we caught him at Ist, and like all such apparitions he faded from our view, but fitted in quietly at the end.
The paper, bending round to the right, recrossed the Jessfield Road, when another check occurred and the Hunt were again well together. A few melodions strains from *Dunois" put us on the right path again, and led by "Greenhorn" ata fearful pace we flew the tidal creek and ran into the frush over the three parallel jumps by Bubbling Well. WStatesceatt™ and Greenhiorn ™ had exciting finish, but the "Crafty One," was too good and was in first by the Head. As Mr. Morriss had the honor df winning, the last Hunt, he was not by the Rules of the Club qualified this time, so Mr. Dunn. on Greenhorn" takes the light weights, while Mr. Reid, who had throughout, been well up, claimed the heavy weight prize.
The remainder of the Hunt came up in straggling order, and afforded much amuse ment to the bystanders by their frantic but in most cases futile efforts to clear the last jump.
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