236 Cross Country with Horse and Hound 



At least one hunt in America has probably a dozen most 

 accomplished horsewomen — the Toronto Hunt Club of 

 Ontario, Canada. Nowhere have I ever seen so many 

 brilliant lady riders to hounds. And, by the way, there is 

 no prettier hunt club in America than this same Toronto 

 Club. The club-house, in the natural forest, on a steep 

 bluff on the shores of Lake Ontario, is one of the most 

 delightful spots, planned and managed in the best of taste. 

 The great charm of the place is that nature has been left 

 severely alone. The paths are simply trails through the 

 wood. The club-house itself is a model of convenience, 

 and the arrangement and management of the kennels are 

 superior to anything I have ever seen on the same side of 

 the Atlantic. 



One of the most enjoyable days to hounds I ever had in 

 England was in the wake of an accomplished horsewoman. 

 I had been spending a week in the Quorn country, and on 

 the train for Warwick fell in with some hunting men, of 

 whom I enquired with what pack they hunted and where 

 the meet was. They hunted with the North Warwick- 

 shire hounds, it seemed, and the meet was that day at Kenil- 

 worth Castle. As I should be passing Kenilworth, I thought 

 I would drop off there and look at the castle, which I had 

 never seen, and also, perhaps, get a glimpse of my new ac- 

 quaintances again at the meet at eleven. Though with 

 little time to spare, I was so fortunate as to secure an excel- 

 lent mount at a livery, a clean-bred thoroughbred whose 

 rider had telegraphed at the last moment that he could not 

 come. I slipped into my hunting-clothes, and was at the 

 meet in the nick of time. It was a glorious day, and there 



