Quite the dustiest hunt ever known! All those motoring out to the Long Village on November 30 realized rom the dust created by the fears ahead of them that) there would be trouble for the riders, and it was most fortunate that there was na serious grief. The effect of the recent dry spell was to ender the lines of jumps almost invisible, and the impression given was that of riding through a thick fog with strange pitfalls laid across one's path.
There is always a big crowd at hunts starting in this area, but yesterday must have been a record. The villagers were all out in holiday mood, as were also hundreds of for-ind the Paper Hunt plenty of entertainment. A field of about 60 faced the Master, Mr, the start, and, after a feeble attempt an opening song, due partly perhaps to the dust of the drive out, and partly it may be to a late night, they started off in full cry. Th wise ones on good jumping ponies forged straight ahead to get clear of the dust, and the other wise ones on indifferent ponies kept discreetly behind till they could through the impenete
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