A September Gallop 



ridges that is flushed, and if it does rise 

 somehow it is sure to get into the way of the 

 shot; and no brace of rocketers brought down 

 in handsome style in October gives quite the 

 satisfaction that pheasant does. 



And so a September gallop, falling under the 

 category of forbidden sweets, possesses a charm 

 which few mid-season gallops can quite rise to. 

 The mid-season gallop is better in itself, prob- 

 ably very much better, the surroundings are 

 more in harmony with the sport and the country 

 is more rideable. But the mid-season gallop 

 has been looked for; perhaps it has been 

 anxiously looked for for some time, and perhaps 

 coming after a series of disappointing days and 

 on an unlikely day, too, the sportsman has got 

 a little slack — it is just possible — and so missed 

 his start. Or he has got shut in at a gate or a 

 gap and had to make up a lot of leaway through 

 deep ground. 



But in September there are none of these 

 things to contend with. The gallop comes 

 quite unexpectedly ; there is no crowd ; and just 

 because no one is looking or scheming for a 



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