March Winds 



the unfortunate sportsman. We are told, on the 

 best of authority, that Homer sometimes nods, 

 and the " cheerful voice of Spring," as heard on 

 a wild March morning, is certainly not favour- 

 able to that close attention which is necessary 

 if a man would never miss an opportunity. 



There is something which is particularly 

 charming though about a ride to the fixture on 

 a March morning if the wind is not too strong. 

 For one thing the road will not be too familiar. 

 In March the outside boundaries, the big woods 

 and the moorlands, if there are any, are hunted, 

 and those snug gorse coverts from which you 

 have had so many fine gallops during the past 

 few months, are left severely alone. The best 

 part of the country is now full of busy workers ; 

 every field has its team or teams, and the only 

 chance of sport is in that part of it which is not 

 so much cultivated. Therefore it is to the hills 

 and the woods that the hunting man has to 

 repair in March. 



And there is something very enjoyable in 

 jogging along those bridle paths through the 

 woods and plantations rich with the scent of the 



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