The Life of a Great Sportsman 



the other in a way quite refreshing to behold. "'Ware wire ! " 

 shouted Gillson, as his quick eye spotted the enemy running 

 along the top of the biggish fence he was making for, branching 

 off as he spoke for a place lower down. Not so Lord Dalmeny, 

 galloping along in his wake, and apparently in the same heroic 

 frame of mind as General Bombastes when he sang : — 



" I go, I go— 

 All dangers scorning, 

 Some death I'll di-i-ie 

 Before the morning ! " 



for, neither swerving to right nor left, he took the fence, wire 

 and all, just as it came, without touching a twig. Nor was 

 this his lordship's only adventure. In the course of the gallop 

 the Manton brook came in his way, and his horse, a big grey, 

 refusing, shot Lord Dalmeny clean over his head on to the 

 opposite bank, with the result that the latter had to wade 

 through the brook to rejoin the enterpriseless animal in 

 question. Strange to say, when remounted and sent at the 

 water by his plucky rider a second time, the grey cleared 

 without a mistake. . . . 



The Ladies. 



One of the most striking features in connection with fox- 

 hunting at the present time, especially in the Shires, is the 

 number of ladies who come out as compared with former days. 

 In no outdoor sport one could name do women excel more than 

 in the hunting-field, and each succeeding year sees a larger 

 muster at the covert side. How well and straight they ride 

 to hounds, too ! The comparatively few falls that come their 

 way are conclusive proof of the nerve, judgment, and good 

 hands that seem part and parcel of themselves. In the past, 

 Lady Wilton, Lady Yarborough, and Lady Alexander Paget 



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