The " Good-bye'' Day. 195 



A liimdred voices were loud in their con- 

 gratulations, a hundred hands pressed forward 

 to grasp that of the veteran leader of the 

 chase, a hundred applications were, in most 

 cases vainly, made for some relic of the fox, 

 to preserve as a memento of so memorable 

 a day. 



In the midst of all his triumph, the ^' cliief" 

 forgot not the dictates of that gallantry for 

 which he had ever been so famed; he had 

 promised the '^last brush" to one of the two 

 young ladies who were present at the end of 

 the run. But the fair '^ Huntress of South 

 Hants" — fair in every sense of the word, and 

 one of the most graceful, accomplished, and 

 dashing horsewomen I ever beheld — jj^'^^^st- 

 ing that she had not fairly won it, most 

 courteously, and amidst miu-murs of aj)plause, 

 handed the much- envied troj)hy to her sister 

 Amazon of the chase, whom she averred had 

 been in before her at the death. 



Thus smiled on by beauty, and amidst the 



