Fmday, Febt^uatry 16th, 1894. 6i 



me to come up with the hounds and my lady love, 

 which seems to mean one and the same thing, as 

 she is always with them. There is only time to 

 greet one another with a smile of satisfaction at our 

 reunion, when a halloa forward enables Mr. Coryton 

 to get his hounds again on the line, which they carry 

 on over moor and open country, till we feel the sea 

 breezes fan our heated brows. And near the old 

 house, '' Langford Hill," the hounds run into the 

 gallant fox in the open, after a run of an hour and 

 twenty-five minutes. 



My companion and I refresh our tired horses at 

 Marhamchurch, and then ride slowly home, con- 

 gratulating ourselves at having been so fortunate as 

 to see this grand run, and hoping to enjoy just such 

 another to-morrow. 



I am beginning to thoroughly appreciate a good 

 thing, for I can look about me now. These West 

 country banks have not the unpleasant look to me 

 that they had. My horses seem to like them, and, 

 on approaching one, gather their hind legs under 

 them in such a manner as to give confidence to the 

 rider that he is sure to reach the top, and the power 

 of gravity will do the rest. And oh, how the music 

 of a pack of hounds rouses the blood and puts one 

 on his mettle ! 



I leave my fiance at her friend's house, and late in 

 the evening once more find myself in my comfortable 



