An Exciting Opening Run with Much Grief There could scarcely have been a worse day than Saturday for the opening meet of the Paper Hunt Club. Rain or a continual snowfall, instead of only spasms of it, would have been about all that could be added to the troubles of hunting men. The ground was iron hard and dusty, it was bitterly cold and the wind blew with the force of a gale—indeed, it was so strong that the jockeys at Kiangwan, finishing up the straight in the teeth of it, were utterly unable to make any extra effort and had to trust to their ponies to play the game. The newly made jumps apeven more formidable in such circumstances than they would
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