HOLKER, September 13th-19th, 1875.
—Rode with my Fred on Monday. Hawthorne put her foot into a hidden hole as we were cantering across the field to the Level Crossing, and came down on her nose, so as to send me over her head. It was a very mild tumble, yet it shook me. I think I have now been off in every possible way: having been kicked off, come off at a jump, come down with, and knocked over!
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