90 LADIES ON HORSEBACK. 



Arrived at the meet, your horse and servant 

 are waiting for you in good time and order ; 

 but it is a little early yet, and so you look 

 about you. 



What a pretty sight it is ! How full of 

 healthful interest and charming variety ! The 

 day is bright and breezy — a little bit cloudy, 

 perhaps, but no sign of rain. A glorious 

 hunting morning altogether. Numbers of 

 vehicles are drawn up, filled with happy-looking 

 occupants, mostly ladies and children. There 

 are a good many dog-carts, polo-carts, and a 

 few tandems, from which gentlemen in ulsters 

 and long white saving- aprons are preparing to 

 ahght. It is nice to see their steeds, so 

 beautifully groomed and turned out, led up to 

 the trap- wheels for them to mount, without 

 the risk of soiling their boots. Very particular 

 are these gentlemen. The day is muddy, and 

 they know they must be splashed and spattered 

 as they ride to the covert-side, but they will 

 not leave the meet with a speck upon horse 

 or rider. There is a military-looking man — 

 long, tawny moustache, and most perfect get-up 

 — divesting himself of his apron, and frowning 



