The final one for the season 1888-89. The start was from near Mr. Seaman's House, the finish being over an unpleasant-looking jump for tired ponies, midway between the two Bubbling Well Roads.
The scent lay over the Tidal Creek, and over Brownie's, to near the Sicawei Road, thence down to Black Auster's and in a roundabout way to the Big Grave; a lot of broken down hurdles were run through affording amusement to a few; the French grave yard jumps came next, then a short gallop to Blydenburgh's Turn where a welcome, though very temporary check took place, made shorter indeed by an officious Archer who indicated the route Reynard had taken. After traversing a part of the country on the left side of the road we ere over, took Maitland's gap, a dirty place, as many riders can testify who went through it; shortly afterwards recovered the road, ron up the Fahwah line and over to the red Joss House, circling round to the Handicap Bridges, when again a slight check was experienced. After w little dela yy We rattled off to the Corner Bridge near Jessfield, over an obnoxious mud hole a couple of hundred yards further on, down the Banker's leaps to the tidal creek, then to the left up to the Island wade, over the severe jumps and creeks for which the Island is famed, then by way of the Little Round the finish was reached; the paper having been laid by Mr. Crawford and Mr. F. A. Smith.
The foregoing description gives some idea of what the wind-up run of the season was in the matter of distance and severity those spectators who were at the finish had ample evidence that grief had been rife. Our late rans have been enlivened by the vagaries of some of the recent editions of Paper hunters; one advertently gets in everyone's y second, tall, energetic and possessing amount of eloquence, tells his neighbours in the choicest language what they ought not to have done—a "third has a marvellous aptitude for coming to grief; on Saturday ho dyed his clothes in a native tureen to an indigo colour and possessing an odour which would appear to have misled some of the hounds, who were also out on Satur-part of life in the Far East and a very pi Jeasant and healthy part it is those who do not join in, from whatever cause, be it apathy, satiety or superfluous flesh, miss a very cheerful amusement combined with excellent exercise.
Mr. Heath on a friend's O'Hara passed the flags first, Mr. Perrott on Castigator wins the Hunt, Mr. Ramsay on Othello being second, Mr, Renny on Criffel third, Mr. Whitfield on a Black deservedly winning the heavyweight prize, fourth, We may one and all congratulate ourselves upon having had a highly successful season and look forward with decided regret to what must necessarily be the case—a narrowing of the space we at present enjoy for the purpose.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.