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aware of the fact), and to this day, I remember 

 well the feel old Judy gave me as she hurled 

 herself over one or two pretty stiff stake and 

 bound fences. There were not many of the 

 field at the end of the day, but I was one of 

 them, proud and happy beyond words, above 

 all at the look of approbation bestowed on me 

 by one of England's best horsewomen ; and if 

 that day ranks high as my first day's hunting, 

 it does so still more as the starting-point of 

 one of my life's best and deepest friendships. 



Luckily we had only two miles home 

 across the fields, though I was far too 

 intoxicated with the day's success to feel 

 fatigue. All the same, when dismounting in 

 the stableyard after seven hours and a half of 

 Judy's long stride and jumping powers, my 

 body rather crumpled up. I knew all about 

 it next day, but when one's bones and one's 

 heart are young a few aches and pains are all 

 part of the fun. 



There was no more hunting for me that 

 season, as a few days after I had to go farther 

 south, but having " tasted blood " my one 



