Fox-hunting 3 1 



ing to Nimrod, was not only hunting, but 

 going hard to hounds, and taking falls, until 

 he was eighty years of age. Until the very 

 last he rode up to his own gallant advice to 

 others, "Throw your heart over; your horse 

 will follow." And I cannot refrain from 

 mentioning an incident wonderfully charac- 

 teristic of that "not-to-be-denied" spirit in 

 w^hich he always rode across country. It was 

 whilst he was hunting in Leicestershire, and 

 the line taken by the fox was so severe, and 

 the pace so hot, that, after going for about 

 twenty minutes, he found himself accompanied 

 by only one man, Mr. White. They came to 

 a fence so big that there only seemed one 

 practicable place in it. Mr. White was first 

 at it, and when the Squire came up he found 

 his friend stuck fast in it. " Get on ! " roared 

 Mr. Smith ; " pray get out of the way ! " "If 

 you're in such a hurry, why don't you charge 

 me ? " was the reply. No sooner said than 

 done, and Mr. Smith knocked horse and rider 

 clean into the next field, and away they both 

 went again in hot pursuit of the pack. 



