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of wind and rain these and others pass before 

 my mind's eye as so many good, true friends 

 with whom I have spent many merry hours. 

 The debt is twofold, for do I not in the first 

 place, owe all my English hunting to the dear 

 owner of these good horses ? which further 

 enhances their value to me. 



In his clever and interesting book, England 

 and the English, Mr. Price Collier has a very 

 pertinent description of the democracy of the 

 hunting-field, and so I quote it here. ' In 

 England, his lordship, the parson, the squire, 

 and the butcher, the baker, the candlestick 

 maker, go galloping across the fields together 

 after the hounds, and the best man among 

 them is he with his head and heart up, and 

 his hands and heels down, and a good one 

 under him. . . . And one may see such a 

 mingling of classes on terms of purely 

 horsemanship equality as one seldom sees 

 in America, and never in any country on 

 the Continent of Europe." 



So far my mind has run on fox-hunting in 

 the Midlands, with its necessary corollary of 



