November's Joys 



trotting pony between the shafts, and the con- 

 ventional flaming black and yellow " tiger-skin " 

 rug hung out at the back of the conveyance; 

 and amongst those who come on wheels are to 

 be found men of all ranks and conditions of life. 

 It is always a pleasant thing to ride round the 

 carriages and have a word with an old friend. 

 There, in a cosy pony carriage, sit two veterans, 

 who probably know more about hunting than 

 any dozen men there. They have both over 

 fifty years' experience ; they have both hunted 

 hounds for many years, and hunted hounds 

 well, and though no longer able on account of 

 advancing years to follow hounds as they were 

 wont to do, their interest is as keen as ever it 

 was ; and they will see a good deal of the sport, 

 and it is by no means unlikely that they may 

 be able to tell the huntsman, for whom they 

 have a sincere regard, where he lost his fox. 

 They will not tell anyone else — of that you may 

 be sure — for they are sportsmen of the first 

 water, these veterans of ours. Long may they 

 live to enjoy sport in their own way, and to tell 

 us tales of the " brave days of old," when wire 



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