70 The Teteott Hunt LUeek. 



the aid of three strong men and ropes I get out my 

 poor nag. Scrape him, to find the saddle. Mount, 

 and go home. 



Query: Will my people know me when I get 

 there? Will they recognize, in this double-skirted, 

 painted mummy, and mud-encased hippopotamus, 

 the gay master and bright bay hunter that left them 

 in the morning? And oh ! the destruction to clothes 

 and saddlery ! not to mention the risk of colds to 

 self and valuable hunter. 



This reckless sacrifice of property must not go on. 

 It will be perfect ruin. I go better in company, and I 

 want help in directing my home affairs too. My place 

 in Thursday's run was due to a clever hunter, but 

 all horses are not Robin Hoods. But the ready 

 judgment and quick perception of my fair companion 

 of Wednesday and Friday are of priceless value, not 

 only in the hunting field, but in a home. She is an 

 Egeria to me. Had she met me at the Well 

 (Chapman's) to-day, my course would not have 

 been fraught with so much ill. 



Next week — if I can get the lady's permission to 

 do so — steps shall be taken towards securing me a 

 charming counsellor, who shall help to direct my 

 future course aright. 



I will put in my banns, and crown my new depar- 

 ture by acquiring the advantages of " The Married 

 Bachelor." 



