CHAPTER IX 

 HUNTING. I 



AT HOME 



FEW people have perhaps had the luck to 

 jump, so to speak, as fully armed into their 

 hunting saddle as I did. To most it comes 

 gradually, either from childhood or they reach 

 it by degrees. Not so was my case. 



I have ridden all my life, almost before I 

 could walk, and though I spent many weeks 

 of all my childhood and girlhood years at 

 my cousin's place in the country of one of 

 England's best and oldest packs, to take me 

 out to follow hounds on a pony or horse never 

 entered any one's head, not even mine till I 

 had reached the respectable age of eighteen. 



Then the great day dawned and my debut 

 in the hunting- field was made. 



