January 23 + 

Went to the meet of the Stag hounds. Saw a hind in the stream at L⁠⸺⁠with not a horse, hound, or man in sight. It looked quite unconcerned and did not seem to have been hunted. I tried to head it, but a confounded sheepdog got there before me and drove it off in the wrong direction. I was mad, because if I had succeeded in heading it and had there been a kill, I should have got a slot. Got home at 6:30, after running and walking fifteen miles⁠—tired out. + 