ujS SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIEID. 



him for your race at Kenihvorth, intending to give him 

 a trial there ; but you and the mare can tell me just 

 what I want to know, and then I need not disturb his 

 preparation." 



Dick Evelyn, the speaker, is the eldest son of a 

 baronet in a neighbouring' county, and a shining light 

 in the Household Troops. He addresses his companion 

 as " Beau," not on account of any personal character- 

 istics (though his good-looking face, set-off by a droop- 

 ing fair moustache, and g"enerally "correct" appearance, 

 might have warranted the title), but as an abbreviation 

 of his name. Lord Beauclerc Carryl. He is, indeed, the 

 youngest son of the Duke of Meadshire, at present 

 visiting his elder brother, the Marquis of St. Asaph, at 

 Carryl Castle, where Dick Evelyn is also staying. 



" You say he can jump }" Lord Beauclerc inquired. 



" Like a deer. Did I tell where I found him ?" 



"You only said that you bought him from that 

 tobacco-man who has taken poor Glendare's place." 



" Well, it was the Tuesday before you came down," 

 Dick commenced ; " we were out with the Gorsehamp- 

 ton. I was riding Bullfinch — a beast I never liked — 

 and after killing at Swinnerton, I found myself at five 

 o'clock about fifteen miles from the castle, in uncom- 

 monly heavy rain, on a horse as lame as a tree ; and 

 how the deuce I was to reach the house by dinner-time 

 I didn't know. I was leading Bullfinch down a lane 

 when I met IManners, and he offered me a mount. I 

 looked over his stables, and, 'pon my word, never saw 



