THE OLD PACK 31 



are reminded of the hounds at once by a 

 broad grin under a finger-rapped hat brim, 

 whose wearer occupies the box seat of a 

 comfortable-looking waggonette. Is It not 



Bill M , erstwhile the man who blooded 



us to fox, and who has now In his old age 

 descended to the comfortable servitude of 

 two maiden ladles? For In the provinces 

 the huntsman by no means occupies the 

 position he does In the crack counties ; and 

 we have known one who was not above 

 ploughing on non-hunting days. But we 

 can't wait, for the dogcart Is. As we pass 

 the local club we exchange a wave of the 



hand with the Rev. Nat B , who, though 



staunch to his resolution, made the day he 

 first took orders, never to hunt again, is 

 generally engaged In parochial work In the 

 neighbourhood of the covert most likely to 



