(Donday, Febt^uatry 12th, 1894. 3 



after some riders who were carefully picking their 

 way across a soft, miry bit of ground, which my 

 pony got over cleverly. When my old proprietor 

 and leader turned round to propose our moving on, 

 great was his astonishment and dismay on finding 

 nothing at the end of his line. I was near enough 

 to see the expression of his countenance. No 

 salmon fisher, when a thirty pounder has broken 

 away, could look more disconcerted than he did, as 

 he gathered in and pocketed the rein. He soon 

 caught sight of me, however, and followed in pur- 

 suit ; but was immediately stabled in the bog, which 

 I had just crossed, and did not come up with me 

 until I and my pony were on such good terms, and 

 getting on so well, that he was content to follow in 

 my wake : and hard work he found it to do so. 



Man and horse were done to a turn when " we 

 killed our fox." 



Soon after this my entry, there came into our 

 neighbourhood one of England's naval heroes, who 

 had determined to refresh his war-worn spirit with 

 the grand sport of fox-hunting. 



The first thing towards the accomplishment of 

 his purpose was to find a horse strong enough to 

 carry his bulky person, and at the same time fast 

 enough to live with hounds. He himself, though 

 well up in nautical matters, was quite ignorant as 

 regards the different parts and members that go to 



