194 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



wants his gallop, who goes gloriously for the 

 blackest place, who has not learnt to watch hounds 

 yet loves them because they give him his sport. 

 With joy shining on his keen face, with clean 

 courage in his eyes, bang over everything and the 

 bigger the better. He must have blood horses 

 between his knees, no commoner would see him 

 out. Many, too many of him, have dashed to 

 death with the same joyous courage out there in 

 France or on desert sands, but when fox-hunting 

 is for hunting once again with the gloom and fear 

 of loss gone from the field, a new generation of 

 him must be there to bring a smile back to sad 

 lips as one watches the fearless thruster sit down 

 to ride. 



