156 Tally ho, 



town, after being on horseback for eleven hours ; and, as 

 neither I nor the animal I bestrode showed any signs 

 of fatigue, I am convinced that there must be some- 

 thing particularly invigorating in the fresh breezes of 

 the Somerset hills, which allows of such an amount 

 of exertion to be taken with impunity at this season 

 of the year, for it seemed somewhat strange to be 

 returning from hunting, whilst the corn was still stand- 

 ing, on a lovely evening on the last day of August. 



On a future occasion I hope to visit the kennels of 

 the Devon and Somerset hounds, and to make the 

 acquaintance of the huntsman — who seems to be all 

 over a workman — and to have a better opportunity of 

 judging of his qualifications, when I have the good 

 luck to follow him in a three or four hours' run after a 

 " great stag '^ over the heather-clothed slopes of Dun- 

 kerry, or across the lovely vale of Portlock, and have 

 seen the hunted hart " take soil '^ in the limpid waters 

 of the impetuous Lynn, or seek refuge from his untir- 

 ing pursuers by taking a desperate headlong leap 

 from the edge of the tall cliff into the turbid waves 

 that break on the beautiful beach of Glenthorne. 



