140 Seventy Years a Master, 



The first fence I came to on my borrowed 

 mount was a stiff " stake and bound " ; I rode 

 him at it. He tried to come round ; I kept 

 him going, but he hit the top of it, and down 

 we came. 



I kept hold of the reins, however, jumped 

 up, and we were on again without the loss of 

 many moments. Right down the next great 

 grass field, and then we came to another 

 '' rasper." However, I managed to get him 

 over that one, and in the next field I saw the 

 hounds do a thing I had never seen them do 

 before, and one that I shall never again see 

 accomplished. 



There was a herd of a hundred black beasts 

 in that field, and they heard the hounds 

 coming ; they started to run right down the 

 field on the line of the deer. But the pack 

 never checked ! They raced up to the beasts, 

 dropped down on the right of them, raced 

 past them, ^^ caught it " again beyond them, 

 and on. A wonderful performance ! 



How I ever got over those meadows I shall 

 never quite understand. Some of the fences 



