26 In Scarlet and Silk 



old to hunt the " red-rover." We were a 

 long time before we found, durmg which 

 period my mount persistently reared, and 

 " made a beast of himself." At last a fox 

 was found — a genuine "traveller." Away we 

 went across a big meadow, with a nice brush 

 fence at the far end, over which my young 

 'un bounded like a stag. I secretly hugged 

 myself on being " in for a good thing." 



I was — but not quite in the way I had 

 anticipated. 



We crossed a fallow field, bounded by a 

 post and rails, about three feet six high. My 

 haughty Pegasus, doubtless disdaining so un- 

 important an obstacle as this, tried to run 

 through them. Kesult : Chaos ! 



• . . • > 



We picked ourselves up, and resumed. 

 Taught, doubtless, by this incident " not 

 to despise your enemy," the four-year-old 

 jumped the next ditch as though it were a 

 navigable river ; then sailed away at such a 

 pace that we rapidly overhauled the leading 

 brigade again. Just as I had (involuntarily. 



