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TO THE EDITOR.' Sik,~l am an old cockatoo living on some of the country the huntsmen and hounds went over on Monday. I was working m a field putting up a new fence, when my old sheep dog all at once jumped up from where he was lying, and seemed to got very excited. 1 looked up, and saw the hare, followed by the hounds, coming full tilt 'across my paddock. It roused all the sporting blood mmy veins. I dropped the tools at once, and followed by my man, rushed across the paddock to see tho fun. By this time the huntsmen were jumping a 14ft hurdle 1 had across a gateway, and, by the time I arrived, although the hurdle was only 3ft 4 inche3 high, it was smashed to pieces. This reminds me of a long time ago, when I was working on a threshing machine. We were threshing for a very nice old farmer, and when we were finished he gave us all a nip, and said we were a fine body of men, and followed us down to the gate to see us oil. He whs standing on the near side of the traction engine when we went through, and did not see the wheel of the combine strike one of his gate posts, and carry away all his fancy paling fence that was attached to it. But when the cook's whare got through, his face was a 3tudy, and we were not the men he took us for. So it was with me when I saw my hurdle smashed. I thought I would then go round the farm and see if the hunters had done any further damage to my fences, and I found they had not left one of my paddock fences whole. I could drive my nap and hor&e through every fence 1 had. Then, I suppose my face looked like the old fanner's above. It will cost me about five pounds to put everything right again. But I suppose when the hunters ask me again next year if they may hunt over my farm, I shall be foolish enough to say yes.—l am, etc., Cockatoo.

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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXII, Issue 6601, 21 June 1905

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HUNTING. Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXII, Issue 6601, 21 June 1905