44 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



Brigade" days I know nothing, for when the 

 enormous crowd of London sportsmen came down 

 by special trains, the regular followers, and those 

 who like myself came occasionally from one of the 

 neighbouring hunts, generally elected to go else- 

 where. I was fortunate, however, in having more 

 than one good gallop in the Harrow Vale before 

 hunting was put a stop to over that wonderful bit 

 of country. On one of these days my brother and 

 I encountered our first strand of wire. We neither 

 of us saw it, but as we took the fence I felt my 

 horse catch his leg in something and blunder 

 badly, while I heard a shout of, " 'Ware wire ! " 

 from Lord Cork behind me. As we neither of us 

 came to grief, we had a good start in a gallop over 

 those rare pastures, that can never be forgotten, 

 where the fences tested our powers to the utmost, 

 and the hounds raced like the wind. I was rid- 

 ing my old horse Tom, and my brother was on 

 his white - legged Warwick, and we thoroughly 

 enjoyed it. 



At the finish, with tired horses, we found to our 

 dismay that we were more than twenty miles from 

 home, so the first thing to be done was to get some 

 gruel for the horses. We rode up to the nearest 

 inn, and while Campbell got down to see about 

 things, I remained in the saddle. When the ostler 

 came to give Tom his drink, he pulled the bridle 

 over the horse's head before I could prevent him. 

 Tom, finding himself free, took no notice of the 

 offered food, but, turning round, walked out of the 



