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years later I should find myself hunting a small pack on the North- 

 west prairies of Canada, yet such was the case, and some fair sport 

 we had with wolf, fox, and jack-rabbit, but that is " another story."— 



Yours, etc., 



Henry J. Haines. 



Broadview, Sask., Canada. 



It is noteworthy in this connection that although the under- 

 graduate who looks " horsey " has, except for the May term when men 

 are to be seen about in polo kit, almost entirely disappeared from the 

 streets of Cambridge, and no one drives even tandems or four-in-hand 

 carriages, as the statutes call them, for pleasure, yet that far more 

 men hunt than ever before. My informant is a " small " man who 

 keeps no hirelings, and he told me that he had twenty-five privately 

 owned horses " standing " with him, and complained bitterly that he 

 had to board some of them out at hotels, so that profits were not all 

 that they might be. He was something like the farmer who 

 grumbled to his landlord that it was " a most desperate bad season, 

 the crops were so heavy as he didn't know where ever he should 

 put 'em ! " This is, of course, without reckoning the large business 

 done by Hopkins, or the horses kept at Huntingdon to save boxing 

 expenses. The absence of all appearance of hunting from the streets 

 is in part due to the fact that most of the hunting is done by train, 

 but not all. According to present fashions, as practised by the "best 

 people," it seems bad form to be seen in the streets in riding gear 

 more than is absolutely necessary. Even for driving or motoring up 

 to the station on a hunting morning the man who wears full dress 

 will don a tweed cap, and carry his topper in a hat-box — you don't 

 know that he is going hunting at all till you see his legs when he 

 gets out at the booking-office. 



By the way, pure memory, as we have already seen, is not by any 

 means always to be trusted. Last summer I chartered a weight- 

 carrying hack from Hopkins for the term, to coach from on the tow- 

 path, and the man who brought him round said, " It's many a time 

 I've 'eld an 'oss for you to get up, sir, when you've had a red coat on." 

 This I denied, but was flatly contradicted. I only hunted occasionally 



