114 /^ Scarlet and Silk 



The owner of the park comes out and gives 

 us a jolly welcome, and then two or three of 



his servants arrive with soda and things ! 



The liquid goes down hissing, after that ex- 

 tremely warming gallop ! Whilst we wait, 

 men cast up from here, there, and every- 

 where ; some with dirty coats, some without 

 hats, others with a lost iron or broken stirrup- 

 leather to complain of. After a ten minutes' 

 halt on we go again, at a " hound's jog," to 

 start the second line. This time there is a 

 diminished field, casualties in the shape of 

 falls, refusals, blown or injured horses, &c., 

 preventing several from essaying the winding- 

 up gallop of the day. 



" Let them get over the first fence, gentle- 

 men," says the Master, as he sits quietly on 

 his horse, in the gateway of a field, intently 

 watching the pack. 



Hounds have just picked up the " smell," 

 and with a " tow, yow ! " from one, which is 

 quickly taken up by the rest, away they go 

 like lightning, charging and tumbling over 

 the fence at the far side of the field in 



