The Chase of the Wild Red Deer in Devonshire 19T 



her for the chase. In the meantime, of course, the hounds are 

 separated, for there is more than a deer for each; but a blast 

 from Anthony's hunting horn, emphasised by a crack of his 

 hunting crop, calls them to his side, when he quickly "lifts 

 them" on to the line of the deer he has marked for the chase. 



Away goes Anthony as if shot from a gun, while we rush 

 along at the top of our horses' speed only to see him vanish from 

 sight a half mile down the other side of the hill towards the 

 bottom land. The Master and riders remain waiting on top of 

 the hill. Half an hour passes, then some one shouts, "There he 

 is! " and turning, we see the indomitable Anthon}^ standing in 

 the heather on the brow of a distant hill — the six tufters by his 

 side — and signalling us to come on. The ]\Iaster hurries away 

 to unkennel the pack and bring them on, while the restless 

 riders rush headlong down the Iiill, through the heather, where, 

 if their mounts should stumble or catch a foot in some of the 

 numerous rabbit burrows, there would be in all probability a 

 broken leg for the horse and a broken neck for the rider. 

 Down tliis hill, up a steep ra\n[ne, down again, up another 

 hill and we arrive where Anthony awaits us. Soon the INIaster 

 and the whippers-in with the pack, join us. Anthony now 

 leads the way to the bottom lands, where he had followed the 

 deer to make sure she had well broken covert. 



As soon as he leads the pack across the line and the hounds 

 catch the scent, they give tongue to it in a beautiful chorus as 

 they crowd on the line and race away at the top of their speed. 

 "Tally ho! Tally ho! Gone away! Gone away!" shouts 

 Anthony, while the INIaster sounds the good news from his 

 horn, and before we know what has happened, the chase is on. 

 Our horses, which we have been saving as much as possible 

 (greatly to their disgust) , are now given free rein, and the 

 way they lay foot to the sod over the first few meadows will 

 never be forgotten. Arriving at a small stream, the hounds 

 throw up their heads, their music ceases, and we are at the 



