The Sport of Our Ancestors 



moved, the carriage would be ready to take them about the 

 roads, and show them as much as could be seen on wheels. 



Punctually at eleven John Morton and his American 

 guest were on the bridge, and Tony Tuppett was already 

 occupying his wonted place, seated on a strong grey mare 

 that had done a great deal of work, but would live — as Tony 

 used to say — to do a great deal more. Round him the 

 hounds were clustered — twenty-three couples in all — some 

 seated on their haunches, some standing obediently still, 

 while a few moved about restlessly, subject to the voices, 

 and on one or two occasions to a gentle administration of 

 thong from the attendant whips. Four or five horsemen 

 were clustering round, most of them farmers, and were talk- 

 ing to Tony. Our friend, Mr. Twenty man, was the only 

 man in a red coat who had yet arrived, and with him, on 

 her brown pony, was Kate Masters, who was listening with 

 all her ears to every word that Tony said. 



* That, I guess, is the Captain you spoke of,' said the 

 Senator, pointing to Tony Tuppett. 



' Oh no ; — that 's the huntsman. Those three men in 

 caps are the servants who do the work.' 



* The dogs can't be brought out without servants to mind 

 them ! They 're what you call gamekeepers.' Morton was 

 explaining that the men were not gamekeepers when Captain 

 Glomax himself arrived, driving a tandem. There was no 

 road up to the spot, but on hunt mornings — or at any rate 

 when the meet was at the Old Kennels — the park gates were 

 open so that the vehicles could come up on the green sward. 



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