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September 21st 1890. Sunday. Monday afternoon Bill Alfred and I set out for the farm. We drove poor old Rox who has become so thin since the beginning of the summer that we put the blame on Bill who has driven him most. When we got to the farm a good many riders were already assembled, but the hunt did not begin until quarter past four and it was not yet four.
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