"When the last horse had landed imagining the sport to be over for the day I was in the act of moving away when there was a shout to stand clear and wheeling round again I was just in time to see a last horseman come dashing at the fence. Though he rode with considerable determination and was evidently bent on putting a good finish to his day's amusement it was plain that his horse was not of the same way of thinking for when he was distant about half a dozen yards from the fence he broke his stride stuck his feet into the mud and endeavoured to come to a standstill. The result was not at all what he expected; he slid towards the fence received his rider's quirt viciously administered round his flank made up his mind to jump too late hit the top rail with his forehead turned a complete somersault and landed with a crash at my feet. His rider fell into the arms of the ditch out of which I presently dragged him. When I got him on the bank he did not look a pretty sight but on the other hand that did not prevent him from recognizing me."