36 FOX-HOUND, FOREST, AND PRAIRIE. 



How hoarse it made one to yell forth the now unaccustomed 

 sound of wildest triumph once more ! " Who-whoop ! " What 

 a happy finish to a week of fun and excitement ! 



And it would have been a good run anywhere — for was it not 

 a nine-mile point, and the line as straight as a hunting crop, 

 the time one hour and a quarter, and the last twenty-five 

 minutes a burster ? The Prince was up to see the brush 

 handed to Miss Rideout, and to pay a welcome testimony to 

 her gallant riding. The Master reserved the head, that, when 

 mounted, the members of the Madras Hunt might have the 

 honour of presenting it to his Ro} r al Highness. Among the 

 group who were up to see the good finish were, besides all 

 those with whose names I have already taken liberties, Mr. 

 Turner, Capt. Aylmer, Mr. Hunter-Blair, Mr. Shepherd, Mrs. 

 Kenney-Herbert, and some others whom I, being a stranger in 

 the land, did not know, or, having been told, have forgotten. 

 This I do know but too well, that more than one rider had to 

 walk back to where carriages and hospitality were awaiting 

 them at the Mount, and that three horses succumbed that night 

 to the severity of the run and the depth of the paddy fields. 



