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April 25th and the most beautiful Spring day Rappahannock has experienced in many a season, 71 riders and horses trailed over the blossoming mountains to the Shackelford Place for a sunny Sunday picnic. With the exception of a light sprinkling of Foxcroft girls and Episcopal High boys, and three out-of^county guests, this assemblage was homegrown. The range of horsemen who came out, shows that in our county people often ride before they can walk, and often keep on until they can’t walk. Camden Littleton, now two years old rode the entire ten miles on the pommel of her Mother Cathy’s saddle and there were others of us there who have been riding horses since time out of memory. After a three and a half hour ride, a welcome sight it was, the broad terrace lawn of that seidate old Shackelford House, alive with picnickers ready to succor us weary mountain travellers. In fact, the least weary, most hungry, and (I might add,) youngest riders broke into an enthusiastic gallop across the green bottomland that spreads like a sea between steep-sided Juba Mountain and Monteplier. They charged the picnic ground in
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