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REVIEW — THE HUNTING FIELD. 
cripple grinding her teeth, but taking it clear and clean ; by his 
side went Captain Oliver, his legs almost touching the water. 
My friend rode at it manfully, but held his horse too hard ; he 
just and barely did it. Now for a souser, thinks I, on grey ; but 
I suppose, from some lessons he had had, he went at it racing, and 
cleared it well, but making it a regular tilter from jumping high and 
wildly. Never was a finer on tapis for the next twenty minutes, 
my friend going like a trump : the grey now began stretching out 
his neck ; and, stretching out my legs, I eased him all I could to 
keep in any thing like a place. 
,f * It’s pretty near u P, White Surrey,’ said I. Looking to- 
wards my friend, I saw he was letting his horse make a spread 
eagle of himself ; but he was not near enough to speak to. I had 
been nursing grey up a firm headland. A post and rail ran across 
part of the field, which most took. Grey just got over, hitting it hard. 
My friend, to avoid the timber, had gone out of his way, and was 
now powdering across a deep and heavy ridge and furrow to make 
up for lost ground. His horse went slower each stroke, till he got 
into nearly that kind of out of time canter, the last resource of a 
beaten horse. He tried him at the next fence, but he stopped 
fairly, or rather unfairly, ‘ pumped out.’ I trotted up to him. 
“ ‘ Why,’ cried my friend, * the grey is worth a dozen of this 
brute : he is regularly knocked up.’ 
“ ‘ He is blown, I grant you,’ said I, ‘ and no wonder. But 
all the steel is out of grey ; he could not go two fields further. 
We have done our best; the best can do no more.’ 
“ ‘ I suppose,’ said my friend looking somewhat rueful, ‘ we 
have only to go home.’ 
“ * I do not think,’ said I, laughing, ‘ we can do any thing else, 
and luckily we have not far to go. Your horse will be all right 
in a few minutes ; but grey is regularly sewed up, and won’t want 
such another taste for some time.’ ” 
The lengthy extract we have just concluded cannot fail to 
convince its reader, whatever Harry may on a former occasion 
have appeared to him on the road , that he is completely at home 
in “ The Hunting Field.” The above description is a bold and 
animating one ; every word of it bears the impress of natural ; the 
characters figuring in it are faithful portraits ; added to which, the 
advice contained in it is judicious and well-timed. Every tyro 
fox-hunter needs such a guide. Indeed, we would recommend 
every one, aspiring to become a hunting man , to read the work 
through ere he ventures to make his appearance in a character at 
once so trying and so perilous. 
