When the Marquis Came Into His Own 



Marquis however, would not have minded, for the 

 fire was in his eyes; he had heard the horn and 

 seen the hounds, and at last his hour had come, for 

 a Torchlight, chestnut colt, is not as you and I, 

 who live and breath by rote. 



First of all it is to be remembered that the Mar- 

 quis was born and bred a Torchlight, — and that 

 is something to be considered, when speaking of 

 horses down there, and too there was the York- 

 shire Lad beside him, which was sufficient alone 

 to make all the gall of his sporting ancestors rise 

 at once, and he trembled and switched his tail in 

 the air. Hounds often in the distance had passed 

 him and he had heard their voices afar, as well as 

 the song of the horn, but this was something quite 

 new. Now they all moved jogging slowly along 

 the road together, horses crowding and jostling 

 each other, with the hounds following the hunts- 

 man's lead. Then they went single file into some 

 woods and came out on the other side in the open, 

 where miles of low rolling country stretched 

 below them invitingly. 



The hounds were eagerly at work near the Mar- 

 quis, with the ringing voice of the huntsman urg- 

 ing them on. Deep in the shadowy wood instan- 

 taneous flashes of white and brown, or waving 

 excited tails, caught the light now and then, and 

 there echoed the short eager cries of the hounds. 

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