iS4 ECHOES OF SPORT 



I defy any one, short of an acrobat, to sit on a 

 side-saddle and jump gorse bushes sideways, 

 slantways,all ways, without a second pommel. 



It came on to blow and rain, but no ele- 

 ments would keep one cool galloping across 

 the Landes, and at the end of half an hour I 

 was almost apoplectic with heat. 



Bag foxes have strange ways. Another 

 day we had been having a merry little gallop 

 in the forest all round La Teche, a neigh- 

 bouring village, when the fox headed straight 

 for the main street, and disappeared into a 

 barber's shop. The hounds followed hot 

 after him, tearing in both at the front and 

 back of the house ; an excited Frenchman 

 rushed out, his face covered with lather, a 

 towel round his neck, followed by the barber, 

 gesticulating wildly with a razor in his hand, 

 both men shrieking, "Le renard le renard f " 

 at the top of their voices. 



The fox had dashed into the shaving saloon, 

 and there was safely ensconced. Even Jean 

 had to cease blowing his old trumpet at this 

 turn of events, dismount, and go in to whip 



