HUNTING. 195 



"A stag is to be turned off at eleven, 

 and you are to ride old Miser is he not, 

 Harry ? " he inquired, addressing the son, 

 who just then came in. 



" Oh, yes he's all ready ; but you 

 must come with me," said the junior, 

 taking my arm, " and I'll furnish you 

 with whip, spurs, &c." 



All arrangements having been completed, 

 and a glass or two of sherry drank stand- 

 ing, I mounted; then, with the son as 

 Master of the hounds, and a numerous 

 company, I rode to the field where the 

 deer was to be uncarted. The old gentle- 

 man driving in his carriage, accompanied 

 by the ladies, to witness the throw-off. 



After a little time the hounds were put 

 on, and the scent being good that is, 

 breast-high they went off at the top of 

 their speed. I kept close to the young 

 Squire, when, presently, coming to a high 

 fence, I went side by side over it with 

 him, and at the same time, whether in 



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