34 ^^^ Scarlet arid Silk 



Chelmsford race-course, on Galleywood Com- 

 mon. They ran him through Hunt's Woods, 

 past Stock, and right away over a fine line 

 of country to the sea, killing him in a church- 

 yard. The time was an hour and fifty 

 minutes, and the distance covered must have 

 been considerably over twenty-five miles. 

 For over thirty years past Charles Shepherd 

 has been with Lord Leconfield's pack, first 

 taking the post of huntsman there under 

 the Mastership of the present earl's father. 

 He is never in bed after 5 a.m., winter or 

 summer, and in the warm weather is out 

 with his hounds in the park by half-past 

 four. He has always been facile princeps at 

 his profession ; and even at his present age 

 one might look a long time before finding 

 any one to beat him. Truly " it keeps one 

 young." 



Although it is said that huntsmen are 

 " born, not made," the saying is only true 

 in a very limited sense. There is much to 

 learn even by the heaven-born genius, and 

 it is only reasonable to suppose that no one 



