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and good ones too, wlio seldom put their horses at a 

 fence, and of such a one the following anecdote is 

 related by a distinguished novelist, who also rode 

 well to hounds : 



' There was an old Duke of Beaufort who was a 

 keen and practical sportsman, a master of hounds, 

 and a known Nimrod on the face of the earth ; but 

 he was a man who hunted and never jumped. His 

 experience was perfect, and he was always true to 

 his resolution. Nothing ever tempted him to cross 

 the smallest fence. He used to say of a neighbour 

 of his who was not so constant, " Jones is an ass ! 

 Look at him now ; there he is, and he can't get out. 

 Jones doesn't like jumping, but he jumps a little, 

 and I see him pounded every day. I never jump at 

 all, and I am always free to go where I like." The 

 Duke was certainly right, and Jones was certainly 

 wrong.' 



Of course the huntsman and whips, having the 

 care of the pack and the direction of the sport, 

 cannot afford to be very particular, and have to go 

 as straight as possible. One of these straight-goers 

 was the Hon. Grantley Berkeley, who hunted his own 

 staghounds, and has recorded many of his hunting 

 experiences. Here is one — a case in point, as the 

 lawyers say : 



' I purchased for one hundred and forty guineas 

 a bay horse, Brutus, of Elmore, whose stables were 

 then in Duke Street, Manchester Square. He was 



