136 THE FINEST SPORT 



the heather, a long and tiring grind after a 

 ''warrantable stag" across the hills and 

 combes of Exmoor, hours spent, tiller in hand, 

 with one eye, so to say, on the mark boat 

 and the other on the leash of the strainino- 

 mainsail, or, no doubt, half an hour's struggle 

 with a 20 lb. salmon, though of this last only 

 I cannot speak from experience. 



Some sports seem to single themselves 

 out for comparison, — for instance, pig-sticking 

 and fox-hunting, — a comparison which I, 

 personally, would never make, having a 

 perhaps weak - minded way of attaching 

 myself to my horses ; and though, no doubt. 

 It is a fact that we do risk our favourites a 

 score of times In a quick run, even over a 

 moderate country, still the risk Is not so 

 obvious as that from the grey boar's tusks, 

 and it was one that I could never bring 



