130 Seventy Years a Master. 



We went into the field, and he pointed out 

 the spot. 



'' But," I said, '' that is the best piece of 

 wheat in the whole field." 



"Yes," he agreed, with a laugh, *'but that 

 is where you took him." 



Jealousy in the Field is a bad thing, and is 

 apt at times to be rather dangerous. As a 

 warning against that weakness I will relate 

 the sad fate that befel four well-known gentle- 

 men who were very jealous of each other, and 

 who all happened to come out with us one 

 day. 



My father was hunting them then, and I 

 was Whipper-in. We met that day at Dunton, 

 and that quartette constituted the Field. 

 They were all bent on excelling and surpassing 

 each other. 



We went first on to a piece of ploughed, 

 very black loam, and as soon as we got started, 

 down went Mr. Drew's horse, and rolled over 

 him — the fate of No. 1. 



At the same time up jumped a hare, and 

 away they went. Past Dunton Fen and up to 



