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town. The waiter said, " Yes, sir ; certainly, sir." 

 He gave up his place on the mail, hired a horse, and 

 met the hounds. They had a capital run. Towards 

 the end the field turned from hounds to avoid a well- 

 known awkward place ; Fenton Scott never turned ; 

 the hounds pulled down the fox. When the hunts- 

 man arrived he found this curious man sitting on a 

 gate, the pads and brush cut off. " Who- whoop ! " 

 he cried, and chucked up the fox, handing the pads 

 and nose to the huntsman, said, " Good run ; hounds 

 worked well ; " got on his horse, and trotted ofiP. 

 The Duke, Lord Forester, &c., w^ere anxious to know 

 who this was, sent to Grantham, found that the 

 Yorkshire gentleman had bought the horse, and 

 gone on to the north by coach that afternoon.' 



A bold rider and merely a hard rider are two 

 very different people. The first, in a fair and sports- 

 man-like way, shares the danger with his horse — in 

 fact, risks both their lives and limbs together like 

 an honest fellow; the other merely takes it out of 

 his unfortunate horse where his own dearly and well- 

 beloved neck is in no danger. 



' I hate such a self-loving devil, though I value 

 my neck as much as others, and think a boy of mine 

 was not far out in an observation he made, some- 

 thing like the one made by Abernethy when a patient 

 remarked that it gave him great pain to raise his 

 arm : " What a fool you must be, then, to raise it ! " 

 said he. My boy said nearly the same in effect. T 



