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Our pilot gave a rattling whoo-lioop, and tlie 

 Huntsman coming up, we took the liint given us 

 and rode off together. 



We had not proceeded a field's length before 

 *' How do ye do^^ caused me to turn round, and 

 who should trot up but our old friend, to whom 

 my readers of "Practical Horsemanship" have been 

 introduced, Mr. Jessamy. Jessy sported a new 

 pink, life-guard boots, a cap, and in his hand the 

 " whopper " of a hunting whip he formerly men- 

 tioned. 



" Permit me," said I to my friends, " to intro- 

 duce to you a new star in our sporting hemi- 

 sphere, Mr. Jessamy." Jessy doffed his cap, my 

 friends moved their hats ; the one used his hand- 

 kerchief, the other stooped down and pretended 

 to lay hold of his curb chain ; I preserved my 

 gra^aty without doing either. " I did not see you 

 at cover side," said I, " or afterwards." 



"Why," said Jessy, "I got into the middle of 

 that confounded cover, and could not get out till 

 the hounds had got over five or six fields, and all 

 the sportsmen were a long way before me." 



" But why did you get into so large a cover as 

 a stranger ?" 



" Oh ! " said Jessy, " a good sportsman always 

 keeps near his hounds." 



"Did you?" said I. 



" I could not," said Jessy, innocently, " when 



