GUN, ROD, AND SADDLE. 



WOLF OOUESI]SrG. 



Few of us have not experienced the excitement 

 of a gallop over a good grass country, with the 

 spotted beauties leading the way, getting over the 

 ground at racing pace, while your mount is nearly 

 hauling you out of the saddle with enthusiasm and 

 inclination to make himself on still more familiar 

 terms with the pack. By Jove, how reckless such 

 excitement makes you feel! Fear is banished for 

 the time being — all sense of danger is dispelled to 

 the winds, and sooner than be thrown out, you 

 would ride at a canal, or charge any height of 

 timber. You may be old — yet for the time feel 

 young: you may be blase — you feel as buoyant as 

 when you made your debut. But it is far from 

 the grass counties, across three thousand miles of 

 water and fifteen hundred of land — far beyond the 



