DECEMBER DAYS 



11 The north-east wind 

 Which then blew bitterly against our faces." 



—Richard II. 



An open season up to Christmas — what a de- 

 light that is to the fox-hunter! It is an old 

 story, but one that bears retelling, how Mr 

 Nicholas Parry, when asked if he had to live 

 his long life over again, if he would do any 

 different, replied that if he had to live it all 

 over he would hunt a great deal more before 

 Christmas. That is the way to get the most 

 out of hunting, and upon December may, in a 

 way, be said to depend the season as a season. 



There is one course which is often adopted 

 by the young sportsman with a limited stud. 

 He, having only a certain amount of time at his 

 disposal, tries to pick his days. He will, when 

 his horse is quite fresh, miss Tuesday or 



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