PEOPLE WHO HUNT. 



First, there is the man who from his youth 

 upwards seems to know by instinct the exact 

 place to be in and how to get there in the 

 shortest possible way with the least trouble and 

 fatigue to his horse. This knowledge seems to 

 run in families, and I have known it to descend 

 two generations. 



Next is the man who is always in diffi- 

 culties. Either he has lost a shoe or his stirrup 

 leather breaks, or he gets into a ditch. This 

 type of sportsman is not in the least afraid to 

 ride, but somehow he never can take the right 

 turning. 



Then there is the man who lives for 

 hunting. During the night previous he spends 

 half his time jumping in and out of bed, and 

 with his head out of window seeing what sort of 

 a night it is and the chances of scent for the 

 morrow; and when he arrives at the Meet he 

 becomes so wildly excited and does not know 

 what he is saying, yet when he is not hunting 

 and in a calmer state of mind he is a most 

 polished gentleman. 



Then there are the soldiers from a neigh- 

 bouring garrison. Their horses are perfection, 

 and their get-up just what it should be. Many 

 of them go well — wonderfully well. But they 



