2 8 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD. 



So for the rest of that day she waited her turn, and 

 when it came, followed some twenty other people, and 

 was followed by as many more. 



After this, of course, Miss Kitty became more and 

 more enamoured of hunting, and if there were anything 

 she liked better than to hunt it was to talk about it. So 

 far from the old hunter being sold, a younger comrade, 

 a well-bred little bay, was added to her stable, and it is 

 only when he is unusually fresh and she is, to put it 

 plainly, rather afraid of him, that the Kitty of to-day is 

 to be recognised as the pleasant, amiable girl of yore. 



She is horsey without the slightest knowledge of 

 horses, for practice has brought experience, experience 

 confidence, and confidence only presumption. On the 

 strength of an ability to sit on her steed over a light 

 jump, Miss Kitty has subsided into a disagreeable 

 imitation of Lady Gay Spanker ; and the worst of it is 

 that the misguided girl regards herself as the pride and 

 glory of the hunt, believing that foxes and hounds are 

 simply accessories to the dis]play of her grace, courag'e, 

 and skill. 



A short account of IVIiss Kitty's proceedings the last 

 time she favoured us with her company will make clear 

 why it is that we love her so much better when she is 

 at home. 



The meet is a.t Spinnington Gorse, and business is 

 just beginning, when up canters Kitty on her new horse 

 Sultan, a yelp from Rattler, as she boldly gallops over 

 him, announcing that he has either been kicked or very 



