The first paper hunt of the present benson, postponed from Saturday account of the departure of the. Mail oather, was run Monday, notwith-that the weather was equally bad, being chilly, with leaden sky and free' Arizzling rain. The country was, however, found not to jo heavy aa might boon expected,—in no part of the course run over was it deep, though in places sticky and holding, testing the a powers of the ponies nearly to the atmo A trim little field of about a do: in an appeara: th to Mr. the dor the experi Master himself, first crossed what seemed to be a nowly-dug dry ditch of considerable depth but not formidably wi then led right on by the old Trefancha up to Jessfield; rounding Jessfield in front of the house, it passed on to the Tunsin lino of country, through the well-remembered village and over the Intter part of the Leaving this, the familiar Bubbling Well track was reached and followed for some distance; then crossing at Oliver's Bungalow the course approached the most difficult jump of th negotiated, that at the Two-mile Bridge—a creek about twelve fect wide, and, as it happened, nearly full of water, From this point, fatal to three-fourths of the hunt, the paper led back to the starting place, which was also the finish. The distance to be gone over was about eight miles.
As might have been anticipated over such a capital hunting country, there were two or three checks, which gave the ponies breathing time; but these s0 lengthened the time, while the speed set by those better-mounted rendered further pursuit hopeless, that the greater number of hunts-men quitted the field for the road, and quietly trotted home. Two, however,—one whose pony refused to be guided in the right direction, and the other who, too Late in the day to save some awkward falls, found that his pony was blind with one eye and could scarcely see with the other,—gave up com, xratively early and came back to the d there awaited the arrival of those whom fortune, in the shape of pony-flesh, had better befriended and go enabled them to pursue the chase. Three-quartera of an hour longer, however, elapsed before any of these appeared in sight; and it was fast becoming a question whether any would come, when, looming in the shadows of some enormous grave moun half-a-mile away, two moving figu were discernible. "In a few seconds, thes resolved themselves into Mr. Ogle on Crusader, leading by about four lengths in fi of Mr. Hinckley on Pow-t000, both weights, and nothing else near. Crusader kept his lead, and, despite a gallant effort by Pow-t00, crossed the last ditch firet and won the Cup. A few seconds later Mr. Bidwell gallopped up on Fantai, only two other riders seeing the (0. Brandt was the only heavy rode through, but on nearing pony fell foot sticking the stu ground a Ion; extricate himself, fortunately suffering no further damage' than a little bruising and nearly tearing off the sole of his boot. Consequently there was no heavy weight prize we Several others also came to grief, but it was the general opinion thet, had the weather been fine and the ground dry, a better hunting course could not have b laid.
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