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SKETCHES
IN THE
HUNTING FIELD
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SKETCHES
IN
THE HUNTING FIELD
BY
ALFRED E. T. WATSON
WITH ILL US TR A TIOJVS BY JOHN ST URGE SS
LONDON
CHAPMAN AND HALL, Limited, 193, PICCADHXY
1880
\erAD
5
LONDON :
PRINTED BY VIRTUE AND CO., LIMITl'.D,
CITV ROAD.
TO
HIS GRACE
THE DUKE OF BEAUFORT,
K.G., ETC., ETC.
WITH GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCES OF
PLEASANT DAYS IN THE BADMINTON COUNTRY,
IS DEDICATED
BY
THE AUTHOR.
PREFACE.
Some of the " Sketches " which follow appear for the
first time ; others have been altered and amended ; but
the greater portion of the book consists of reprint, and
for the issue of such works critics have taught us that
explanations, if not absolute apologies, are required. I
proceed therefore to offer my excuses.
For the last year I have been the Editor of the Illus-
trated Sportmg and Dramatic Ne7vSy to which periodical,
before I accepted the position, several of the " Sketches "
had been contributed under the signature " Rapier ; "
and after I had undertaken the editorship, a pleasant
feature of my letter-box consisted of correspondence
from kindly readers who expressed a wish to see more
of these papers, asked whether they would be issued
in book form, and offered friendly suggestions and
criticisms. Slight and unpretentious as the "Sketches"
were, it was agreeably obvious to me that some people
had been amused by them; and when that admirable
draughtsman, Mr. John Sturgess, told me he should
be glad to depict some of the scenes described as they
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appeared to his mind, I determined on sending the
papers forth in a book. I hope that some of their
old friends will welcome them, and that they may
meet with new friends in their new shape.
A few words about the papers themselves. They are
for the most part sketches from life with embellish-
ments ; but in only two or three instances do the names
given to the characters point in the slightest degree to
their real identity. Some of the "Sketches" are
records of more or less eventful days with the hounds.
Most of the anecdotes related are matters of fact.
I have to return thanks to the Editor of the Standard
and to the Proprietor of the Illustrated Sporting and
Dramatic News^ for permission to republish what has
appeared in the columns of their journals.
I will not venture to say that I trust those who take
up this volume may enjoy reading, as much as I have
enjoyed writing, these reminiscences. I will only hope
that they may now and then in imagination be suffi-
ciently interested to gallop over a few fields with me,
and enjoy the fun.
A. E. T. W.
CONTENTS.
Page
I. The M.F.H i
II. A City "Hunting Man" lo
III. A Young Hunting Lady 19
IV. An English Farmer 33
V. A Straight Rider 42
VI. An Unlucky Sportsman 52
VII. A Social Problem 63
VIII. A "Swell" 73
IX. An M.F.H.— Another Variety .... 82
X. A Wrangler 92
XI. An After-dinner Sportsman loi
XII. The Dealer • .no
XIII. Thrown Out 122
XIV. A Gentlewoman 134
XV. A Huntsman . . . . ' . . . .141
XVI. The First Meet of the S Hounds . . 156
XVII. " Seasonarle Weather" 169
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Page
XVIII. A Scientific Sportsman 176
XIX. HuNTiNGCROP Hall : a Tale of Triumphant
Adventure 182
XX. Achates; or, Who won the Kenilworth Cup 197
XXI. Only the Mare 216
XXII. An Eccentric Chase 234
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
The road to the meet ( Vignette)
"Up the lane there, past the straw-yard" {Fro?itt'sp7'ece)
Page
Mr. Checkley well up i8
"I CAN'T— stop!— WA-Y!—WH0-A ! " CRIED POOR KiTTY . 25
Kitty's idea of helping matters forward ... 32
The old mare 4^
" It is soon evident that Wynnerly can sit on " . 46
Joining the stranger 5^
Where are they ? 62
Well over, with something to spare . . . . "jz
"An excellent view of four glittering shoes" . 81
Trying again 100
" Splendidly DONE ! " 116
" That's yours— the chestnut mare " . . . .123
A troublesome lock 140
First over i75
" His JOCKEY was trying ABUSE " 212
"I can't STAY; I WISH I COULD" 249
Tailpiece 256
SKETCHES
IN
THE HUNTING FIELD
I.
THE M.F.H.
Since the days of Nimrod — very likely before, if we only
had record of it — mankind in all known countries has
delighted to hunt. The earliest Greek figures show men
sitting so well down on their horses that one cannot
doubt the Greek equivalent for " Gone away ! " has
been yelled by some enthusiastic sportsmen, and that
the artists intended to represent them as in full swing
after something or other. The " oiled and curled As-
syrian bulls " — if any poet of the time ventured so to
speak of the golden youth who were scandalised at the
proceedings of Semiramis — assuredly had those clumsy-
looking beards of theirs blown about in the ardour of the
chase ; and what was King Arthur doing when he ought
to have been looking after —
" bandit earls and caitiff knights,
Assassins, and all flyers from the hand
Of Justice, and whatever loathes a law " ?
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We know where he was, together with Prince Geraint,
who also had pressing calls to his own domains.
They—
" listened for the distant hunt,
And chiefly for the baying of Cavall,
King Arthur's hound of deepest mouth ; "
and Queen Guinevere knew what she was about, and
gave Geraint her opinion as to the spot where the pack
was most likely to " break covert."
Before the Lord who had sport with old Christopher
Sly the tinker thought of his supper, he charged his
huntsman to " tender well his hounds " and discussed
their qualities at length ; and much as Theseus was in
love, even just before his marriage he could not forget
his hounds, but went hunting, and grew enthusiastic in
his description of their breed and excellence, telling
Hippolyta how they were " crook-kneed and dew-lapped,
like Thessalian bulls ; slow in pursuit," he admitted,
" but matched in mouth like bells."
Knowing youths of the present day may hint doubts
as to whether Nimrod and his friends would have held
their own in a quick twenty minutes over Leicestershire
pastures ; for to them oxers and posts and rails were of
course unknown, and the country could not have been
much enclosed.
We may as well generously give them the benefit of
the doubt, however. Probably they had something in
the nature of water-jumping occasionally, and very likely
the best of them would have got over the Whissendine
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more than creditably. So the name of the mighty hunter
must be revered by all those who love the turf, both the
long straight, up which gaily clad jockeys finish, and
the fields diversified by hedges and ditches over which
we show the way when circumstances are favourable
and all is going well.
For " since all in Adam first began," as Matt. Prior
sings, a good many must have continued on through
Nimrod, and the immortal grandson of Ham was the
archetype of several illustrious personages who live and
flourish in the present day. vSuch an one is the M.F.H. ,
whom' we will call the Marquis of Wiltshire. Here,
however, the attempt to draw exact parallels must cease.
That Lord Wiltshire would have distinguished himself
in any position or capacity, every one who has the
pleasure of his acquaintance must feel convinced ; and
it is easy to suppose that his predecessor would have
become equally famous had he been born so many
thousands of years later than he was.
We may assume that Nimrod would, like his descend-
ant, have been made a K.G., the acknowledged leader
of society in the wide district over which his influence
extended, and the bestower of a hunt " button," to
receive which would have been at once a recognition
of good-fellowship and of skill and courage in the
field.
Such an one is the Marquis. Listened to with respect
and attention when he speaks in the Upper House alike
upon political or agricultural topics, an authority upon
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artistic questions, a causcur who adds a special charm to
the dinner-table over which he presides with such genial
hospitality, his Lordship is never so much at home, so
thoroughly satisfied with himself and the world in
general, as when seated in his saddle listening for the
repetition of the note which proclaims that Wanton's
suspicions are correct and that Woldsman heartily
agrees with him.
Lord Wiltshire first came to hunt in the same way
that ducks first came to swim or swallows to fly — by the
promptings of nature ; and as an inborn knowledge aids
the efforts of these bipeds to make their own way in the
world, so did it enable the Marquis to make his way
across country by the aid of his pony. His sires had
done the same before him, as pictures from the hands of
many painters of various periods give evidence on the
walls of his hall ; and with, at times, remarkable
success, as trophies of the chase, abnormally huge or
curiously coloured masks, a splendid dog-fox and a
ferocious wolf* w^hich have found their last homes in
plate-glass cases, together with other emblems of trium-
phant woodcraft, abundantly testify.
In those early days his contemporaries protest — and
grow very angry with you if you don't believe it — that
the hounds knew the brave boy who, clad in his little
green, gold-laced coat, sat his pony so firmly and easily,
and, by some mysterious instinct, recognised in him the
embryo M.F.H. who would cheer on their descendants
♦ The result of a visit to the Pyrenean district.
THE M.F.H. 5
to so many victories. But these eulogists take no
account of long mornings on the flags when, seated
with dangling legs on his chair, and armed with a
miniature hunting-crop, the hounds were introduced to
him, and he was taught to appreciate their points ; with
a success now to be traced in the brilliant pack which
represent their handsome and accomplished parents.
The late Lord Fitzhardinge cared nothing for the looks
of his hounds if they could hunt, and complained that
"huntsmen forget to breed hounds for their noses,"
declaring that he only wanted " a pack that would kill
foxes." But the aesthetic side of the question was never
lost sight of in the Wiltshire kennels, and while not
forgetting to breed hounds for their noses, the authorities
have taken care that external good qualities were not
overlooked.
Time passed on. The bright little pony had been
exchanged for a cob, and the cob in turn for a horse —
you may see his picture there over the fireplace in the
billiard-room — and by degrees careful observation had
taught the diligent student how to handle hounds, the
best way to aid them in difficulties, together with the
no less important lesson when to leave them alone to
help themselves by their own intelligence. It will
be generally conceded that the ideal M.F.H. should
thoroughly know his hounds and be able to hunt them
on an emergency ; for we have all heard what happened
in the Handley Cross Hunt when the committee of
management which preceded Mr. Jorrocks had dis-
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charged the faithful Peter for " stealing off with the
hounds " before all the members of the august little
body had been duly informed of the circumstance that
the fox had been viewed away, and were quite ready to
start off after him.
The dignity of M.F.H. is extremely tempting for
many reasons to many men ; but it is only in the eyes
of the IMaster himself that this dignity seems to be
retained when he is sitting on his horse at the side of a
covert which has been drawn blank, without a sugges-
tion to make as to future proceedings, or a reason to
give why he should or should not accept the advice
proffered by his huntsman.
These sketches are by no means personal portraits,
albeit the outlines may at times be taken from life ;
and it is necessary, therefore, to be careful lest accumu-
lating details should mark out too closely the identity
of more or less familiar characters. Many readers,
however, will call to mind cases in which wealth,
vanity, and ambition have been the sole qualifications
possessed by a M.F.H. Too ignorant of the whole
subject of hunting to help himself, and too conceited to
appear to be at the mercy of his huntsman by accepting
his views, the prominent members of the hunt, friends
of the Master, seize every opportunity of expressing
their several and diverse opinions.
The men, therefore, pass the time in wrangling and
snubbing each other instead of in trying to kill foxes ;
and the hounds sit on their sterns, with upturned faces,
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strongly expressive of canine contempt, ardently long-
ing to be drafted off to a country where things are
differently managed.
It is needless to say that in the Marquis of Wilt-
shire's country nothing of this sort has been heard of
from time immemorial. The hunt know that a perfect
knowledge of woodcraft, together with an absolute
genius for the "noble science," direct the governance of
the chase, and they are too good sportsmen not to
comprehend their luck ; to say nothing of personal
esteem and regard for their leader,
A long time has passed since Lord Wiltshire was
called upon to give proof of the good account to which
he had turned the lessons learnt on the backs of the
pony and the cob. One day, for reasons which it is not
necessary to detail, the well- mounted field found them-
selves with an excellent pack, three efficient whips, a
master, and no huntsman ; and the question arose, who
is going to hunt the hounds ? " I will," exclaimed the
Marquis : and the patience, skill, and cunning with
which a wily fox was killed close upon three hours
afterwards established for his Lordship a reputation
which has ever since continued to increase.
This was long ago. Since then many years have fled
to what the versifier, eagerly searching for some sport-
ing metaphor, has called
" The stables where Time's steeds are stalled
When they have run their races ;
Whence never one was e'er recall'd —
Eheu ! antti ftigaces P^
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The weight of many hunting seasons, and twinges of
an hereditary complaint which sometimes keeps him
fretting from the saddle, prevent the noble M.F.H. from
leading the van, slipping over those awkward stone
walls which occur so frequently in some parts of his
country, and charging those big black bullfinches which
diminish fields so materially in others, as he did in the
brave days of yore. But if any one wants to see a run
he cannot do better than— cannot do haH" so well as to
— keep one eye on the Marquis of AViltshire, and note
where his splendid weight-carrier is bearing him ; for if
the fox had sketched out a little plan of his intentions,
and laid it on the ]\Iaster's plate at breakfast-time, he
could hardly be more fully cognizant of what the little
beast was doing at any given time, and was going to
do next.
Now and then, of course, a difficulty has to be sur-
mounted and a fence jumped, on which occasions
Lord Wiltshire still invariably arrives on the other
side with punctuality and dispatch. Nor has his early
ao-ility altogether departed, and it is probably with
something in the nature of a mild malediction on his
own awkwardness that a young gentleman recalls a
little incident that happened last season — how, coming
to a gate with an obstinate lock which necessitated
dismounting, he bungled about stopping his horse, and
suffered the Marquis to slide from his saddle and per-
form a task which assuredly devolved upon the younger
cavalier ; a proof, however, of the ready kindness and
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courtesy which mark Lord Wiltshire in all relations of
life.
The greeting which comes from all assembled as the
M.F.H. drives up and bestrides the noble beast ap-
pointed for first horse, shows the stranger unmistake-
ably in what estimation he is held, and that it is not
rank nor wealth, but personal regard which draws
forth the smile of welcome. For all, too, he has a
cheery word ; and that in every respect, servants,
stables, and kennels, something very nearly approach-
ing to perfection is attained by the care and unrivalled
experience of the M.F.H., will readily be understood.
So the Marquis of Wiltshire's Hunt remains a social
institution of weight and influence, and a model of how
English sport should be pursued. To his Lordship we
may gaily drink " Floreat Scientia," with a sure know-
ledge that in his district, at any rate, the aspiration is,
and will be, thoroughly fulfilled.
II.
A CITY "HUNTING MAN."
By far the most horsey and stabley man with whom I
have the pleasure of an acquaintance is Mr. Thomas
Checkley, the junior partner in the old-established firm
of Countington, Checkley, & Company, who are de-
scribed by admiring friends as the "eminent haber-
dashers " of Cannon Street.
Everything connected with Checkley's personal de-
coration and immediate surroundings is of the horse,
horsey. His watch-chain is a model in steel and gold
of a patent bit, and if his pin is not a horse-shoe, it is a
jockey's cap and whip, a spur, or a miniature copy of
some article from a saddler's shop. His house in Bays-
w^ater, whither I penetrated on one occasion to make
inquiries about a horse he wanted to sell, w^as furnished,
so far as it came under my ken, with suggestions of the
stable and the chase.
His inkstand is a horse's shoe ; a pair of stirrup irons
forms his pen-rack, his paper-weight is a fallen horse,
in bronze, with the jockey standing by him ; and a
silver-mounted shoe, this time inverted, forms a recep-
tacle for his cigar-ash. A regular trophy of whips and
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spurs — nearly enough to supply the whole hunt of which
he is a member — is arranged over his mantelpiece ;
catalogues of sales of various kinds of horses, with, in
many cases, the sums they fetched written against their
names in pencils, strew his study ; and in a prominent
place is an ivory tablet with a blank space in the
middle surrounded by highly coloured pictures of the
covert side, horses, men, and hounds, and with the days
of the week neatly printed, against which in the hunting
season Checkley never fails to write down the list of
impending meets.
It need hardly be said that sporting pictures cover
the walls of his rooms, and the passages leading thereto,
and that sketches of many men on many horses jump-
ing many fences may be noted in perspective up the
staircase by the observant visitor. He himself, always
in boots and breeches and mounted on various steeds,
is a favourite subject in oil, water-colours, and photo-
graphs— large ones.
The only poet for whose works he cares a straw is
Somerville, excepting indeed Major Whyte-Melville,
from whom he has taken his favourite quotation.
" Down in the hollow there, shiggish and idle
Runs the dark stream where the willow-trecs grow ;
Harden your heart, and catch hold of your bridle. —
Steady him — rouse him — and over we go ! "
run the lines wdiich he considers the finest in the
language, and which indeed have a dash and swing
about them that may commend the verse to the man
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who has been in the position of the imaginary
hero.
Beckford has of course a place on his shelves ; all the
"Druid's" books are there, together with the "Science
of Fox-hunting " by Scrutator, " Horses and Hounds "
and "Recollections of a Fox-hunter" by the same
author, Cecil's "Hunting Tours,",^ and well-nigh in-
numerable " Hints on Breeding and Training," " Horse-
keepers' Guides," and other manuals of similar cha-
racter. " Handley Cross," " Mr. Sponge's Sporting
Tour," " Mr. Romford's Hounds," and the rest of
Mr. Surtees' books are the only novels allowed a place
in his library, with the exception of a couple of volumes
by the gallant writer whose verse is quoted above,
and a collection of sketches by the " Gentleman in
Black."
Little need be said about the cut of Checkley's coat
and trousers, for everybody will at once understand that
the former is modelled after the severest order of hunt-
ing men's attire, and that the latter garments are cord
in material and tight in fit. Piles of Bell's Life con-
tinue to accumulate in the corner of his study, and of
illustrated papers the Sporting and Dramatic News is in
his estimation without a rival, the only weakness about
it being a tendency to give undue prominence to the
drama at the expense of sport. He wants, for instance,
more details of particular packs, and thinks that if
members of various hunts could be persuaded to send in
accounts of runs the journal would be perfect.
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A slight literary achievement describing a run with
the South Wessex, detailing how " among those well
up throughout, despite the awkward line of country-
traversed, we recognised Mr. Thomas Checkley on his
gallant bay, Pytchley," &c., did not find its way to the
dignity of print, and perhaps this may account for
Checkley's complaint. The "Member of the Hunt"
by whom the account was written omitted to send his
name, and possibly the suspicion which points to the
rider of the gallant bay itself may be unfounded.
All things about him, indeed, proclaim Checkley to be
a hunting man, and so he is ; but, as everyone knows
who has been with hounds five minutes after they have
got well away on a hot scent, the verb to hunt is
wonderfully elastic, and of wide significance ; and the
one place where Checkley's enthusiasm wanes, and, like
Bob Acres' courage, oozes out, is when mounted on his
gallant bay, Pytchley, or any other of his stud, and
landed in a field with a locked gate on the side beyond
which hounds are running.
Theoretically, Checkley is a superb rider. Over
timber he is especially hard to beat — in the smoking-
room after dinner — and it is quite a treat to hear him
dilate upon the ease with which the highest posts and
rails may be crossed if you only sit well back and hold
your horse together before his effort and after he has
landed on the other side.
Water bothers him sometimes — even in the aforesaid
smoking-room. This he confesses ; hinting, however,
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that the fault is generally with the horse, for he rides
animals which he believes to be as nearly as possible
thoroughbred, and quotes Dick Christian, to the effect
that thoroughbred horses are nearly always frightened
of water, though they jump it beautifully when they get
used to it.
His stud has never got quite used to it yet.
How Checkley came to be so well up on his gallant
bay, Pytchley, on the occasion of the famous run of the
South Wessex just referred to, is a mystery to those
who have watched his mode of progression in the field.
The line of country traversed that day had certainly
been a stiff one, and few lived to the end of it. The
tongue of malice and uncharitableness, of course, sug-
gests that it was an accident ; that Checkley, having
ridden boldly through a gate into a field with a gapless
fence on the far side, had, after carefully inspecting the
formidable obstacle, turned his horse's head and ridden
boldly through the gate out of the field again ; had
taken to the road, and was quietly trotting home when
he came upon the hounds, which had been running in a
semi-circle along the base of which he had ridden ; so
that all Checkley and the gallant bay did was to trot
through a gate, and join in with the half-dozen or so
who had ridden the line, and who, jumping their last
fence, found Checkley already on the spot.
There he was, however, and after all that is the great
thing. Perhaps it was his superior knowledge of wood-
craft that enabled him to se© the finish on that ex:-
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citing day ; for woodcraft, a comprehensive knowledge
of the laws which govern scent (how few of us really
know anything at all about it, and how often our the-
ories are upset!), together with an instinctive feeling of
certainty as to what the fox will do, are, Checkley be-
lieves, among his strongest points.
Thus, when a whiff of the scent has drawn a faint cry
from Tuneable, when the rest of the pack have gradu-
ally joined in the acknowledgment till the covert rings
with melody, when at last the twanging horn and a
delighted yell of " Gorn awa-a-a-ay ! " has merged into
a chorus of "For-ard ! for-ard ! Tally-ho ! " when eager
spirits have charged the first fence and got well on to
the second, Checkley's instinctive feeling usually comes
to the surface with considerable force.
Steeple-chasing is capital fun in its way, he admits,
but it isn't hunting as the Duke of Beaufort and Lord
Wilton understand the word. Oddly enough, too, at
this moment the subject on which he is usually so
eloquent, the pleasure of seeing hounds work, suddenly
loses its interest. All his thoughts are now bent on dis-
covering the line the fox is going to take ; and it is a
very remarkable circumstance that he never can be per-
suaded that the fox is likely to take a line which leads
him over a jump.
Wherever the coast is clear of obstacles, and gates are
common objects of the landscape, will assuredly bring
him, Checkley feels sure, to the spot for which the fox is
pointing.
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What humbugs we are, some of us — many of us — most
of us, probably, about something or other, all of us I
fear, occasionally ! In spite of being constantly thrown
out by taking Checkley's lead, and heeding his pro-
phetic utterances and opinions, a little knot of men will
always be found to follow him through the paths of
peace where a line of gates conducts to safety, and if a
fence has to be crossed, it is at a gentle pace through a
gap, and not with a rush, over a stiff binder or two.
This latter style of jumping Checkley enjoys in his
pictures, vicariously, and rigorously abstains from
practising. " Paid sixpence for catching my horsej"
would never form an item in his table of expenditure, if
he kept one, as it did so frequently in the list of the
immortal Mr. Jorrocks' disbursements, for he never
ventures to cross anything that can possibly bring
about a spill.
A broken-down hurdle, which the horse can walk
through, if he doesn't care about jumping it, is the limit
of his daring, and when such a " fence " has been sur-
mounted, it is grand to note the manner in which he
looks back to his friends, as his horse canters along-,
and shouts, " Come on — it's all right ! " as if he had
burst his way through a thick black bullfinch, and
wished to let other adventurous spirits know that it was
negotiable.
And it is just as well that Checkley does not tempt
fate in the matter of fences. Theoretically, again, no
one knows the points of a hunter better than he. His
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eloquence on the subject of good shoulders, of the
absolute necessity for shoulder action as opposed to
knee action, and the impossibility of a horse staying
over a deep country, unless his shoulders are so placed
that the weight of his foreparts are thrown upon the
hind limbs, &c., &c., &c., is untiring. He has views —
very strong ones — on the question of a hunter's feet,
even to the number of nails that should be put into his
shoes ; and on wide hips, muscular quarters, straight,
clean, flat legs, he is oracular.
Yet with all this wisdom on the matter, the fact
remains that his steeds are, for the most part, the veriest
crocks, and I am inclined to think that some cunning
dealer must have found out the many weak places in
poor Checkley's superficial knowledge of horse-flesh, and,
by fooling his customer to the top of his bent, is able to
palm off upon him for good prices screws which are
unsaleable elsewhere.
There can be little doubt, in fact, that Checkley is in a
mortal "funk" when he gets on ahorse. Even when
he sees his way safely out of a field by an open gate, or
a very flat gap, he always finds something to cause him
uneasiness. In grass land there may be rabbit holes ;
in plough, there are flints to get in his horse's feet ; he
constantly fears that he has cast a shoe, or that some-
thing or other is somewhere wrong, and threatens im-
mediate danger.
Why then, it may be asked, does he hunt ? He does
not enjoy it; his doctors do not specially recommend it;
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his partners disapprove of it; his wife dreads the
casualties which seem so likely to occur when her lord
is — as she imagines— flying recklessly over gates and
hedges, with now and then a casual haystack or so.
He does not seek for " gibbey sticks," like Mr. Joggle-
bury Crowdley ; and, in short, the question is extremely
difficult to answer.
I suppose it amuses him and gratifies some small
vanity to pose as a hunting man ; and as, with muddy
boots and splashed breeches, he leans back in his seat in
the train which takes him to Charing Cross, looking as
much as possible as though he had been performing
feats which an admiring country would not willingly let
die, he is for the time — at least he looks — perfectly
happy.
III.
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY.
If Kitty Trewson were to express her candid and de-
cided opinion, supposing that modesty did not stand in
the way of frankness, she would admit that she con-
siders her presence at the covert-side one of the great
attractions which give distinction to the Meadowmere
Hounds ; that the day she first came out hunting will
ever be held as blessed in the annals of the chase, and
that when from any unavoidable cause she is absent
from the meet, a gloom falls upon the assembly, and the
business of the day is entered upon with a feeling of
grave depression.
This is Miss Kitty's view of the subject, I am con-
vinced, but it is not very generally entertained by
members of the hunt at large ; in fact, it is hardly tea
much to say that Miss Kitty is regarded as an unmiti-
gated nuisance ; and on those occasions when she is
hung up in a thick fence, or dropped gently into an
oozy ditch, an unholy smile lights up the countenances
of those cavaliers who, without appearing rude or
neglectful, can escape the task of rescuing her from her
distressing predicament.
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20 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
This will seem very ungallant, perhaps very selfish,
to those who have not suffered at Miss Kitty's hands ;
but, having chosen her for the subject of this sketch, the
truth must be written about her — for truth is great and
will prevail, and if we said we were delighted to see
Miss Kitty come out hunting it would simply be en-
couraging Satan.
Old Trewson — " Squire " Trewson — is not by any
means a bad old fellow. He votes blue, generally
manages to have a fox in his coverts^ is liberal in his
subscriptions to deserving objects, and entertains the
young soldiers from the nearest garrison even to the
extent of finding a mount for them. When he does
those things which he ought not to do, the slips are
unintentional ; for Trewson is new to the part of
" Squire " which it now delights him to adopt, and his
growth hardly favours his present development.
Trewson sprung from the City, was bedded out in the
neighbourhood of Russell Square, transplanted to the
Bayswater district, and only bloomed and flowered as
" Squire " late in life. What induced him to come and
live in the country, and stud}^ the part of a country
gentleman, it would be difficult to say. The facts that
he did so, and does so, remain ; and hence Miss Kitty's
introduction to JMeadowmere.
Her early studies in horse-flesh must have been drawn
from the beasts that dragged omnibuses past her
father's shop ; and her knowledge of pace can only
have been gained from the speed of the animal in the
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 21
"growler" which took her occasionally to the play. A
jobbed brougham marked the latter part of Russell-
square neighbourhood experiences, but at Bayswater
papa kept his own carriage horses, and Kitty — a high-
spirited and courageous girl, to give her what is her
due — studied the equestrian art upon the back of one of
these.
The Englishman's natural love of horses is no doubt
equally implanted in the breasts of Englishwomen, and
soon comes into prominence when the disposition is
sufficiently bold to give it way. It is easy, therefore, to
imagine how Miss Kitty must have felt when, watching
from her window which commands a byway leading to
the high road, she saw the first symptoms of a hunting
day : a man in pink trotting- along, and playfully tap-
ping his horse's shoulder with his hunting-crop, w^hereat
the animal, quite entering into his rider's feelings,
affects to be indignant and alarmed ; item, a couple of
grooms with led horses, the stirrup irons pulled up to
the top of the leather ; item, three jolly farmers jogging
on together and chatting cheerily ; item, a well-mounted
man in black, riding to overtake a couple more pink
coats ; item, three more pinks, well stained and
weather-worn, on stout, serviceable hunters, in charge
of eighteen couple of hounds and a little white fox-
terrier.
" Oh, papa, do come and look at these dear dogs ! "
cried Miss Kitty. " Can't we get some ? "
"We'll see, my dear," her indulgent father replied,
2 2 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
for he would have given his daughter a slice of the
moon had he been able to procure it for money ; and
from that time forth there was no peace until she was
permitted to make the dear dogs' closer acquaintance.
Old Trewson had never been on a horse in his life,
and did not propose to begin galloping about the
country at his age and with his figure. But money can
do most things. A steady-going old hunter was pro-
cured for Miss Kitty, and she was allowed to go out
under the charge of an amiable neighbour, an old
gentleman who hunted because his doctor ordered it —
hunting, as he understood, or at any rate practised it,
consisting of jogging to the meet on a sleepy cob,
eating sandwiches and drinking sherry until the hounds
got away, cantering slowly along at the extreme end of
the ruck, after having carefully folded up the remaining
sandwiches, screwed on the top of the flask, and stowed
his luncheon away.
The cob was never in a hurry to start, and apparently
regarded the horses and hounds, his companions of the
chase, with feelings of supreme indifference, faintly
tinged with contempt.
If hounds ran straight they were soon out of sight,
and the cob turned his head towards home with any-
thing but reluctance ; if they did not disappear speedily
the noble sportsman cantered or trotted after them until
he came to an obstacle through which the cob could not
walk without making some sort of effort in the nature of
a jump, when the day's run was voted over, and they
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 23
returned by the path they had come, stopping by the
way to empty the flask and finish the sandwiches.
Whether the old gentleman derived much benefit
from his sporting expeditions need not be considered in
the present sketch, but even to Miss Kitty's unsophisti-
cated nature it soon became evident that this was not
the genuine thing.
Kitty, I may take this opportunity of remarking, is
by no means an unattractive girl, and looks especially
neat when her figure is displayed by a fairly well-fitting
habit, while her cheeks are rosy and her eyes bright
from the effects of exercise, and her abundant black-
brown hair is bundled up so as to tilt her hat rather
over her forehead, whereby an aspect of considerable
knowingness is imparted to her; for every observant
man is aware that the widest variation of expression
may be obtained by different methods of wearing a hat.
It is difficult, to the verge of impossibility, to look fierce,
dignified, or wise, with the hat on the back of the head
at an acute angle with the line of the nose, and far from
easy to avoid an appearance of rakishness if the head-
gear be put on so as to slant over the ear. Probably
Miss Kitty was not unacquainted with these scientific
facts, and acted accordingly.
Her riding is not now all that it might be as regards
seat, albeit much better than it was in that not unim-
portant condition of equestrianism — remaining in the
saddle; but as regards hands, so far as riding goes,
Kitty has none. In these early days, however, we were
24 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
rather glad to have Kitty with us, for a pretty girl
cantering along the grass by the roadside contributes
a pleasant feature to that essentially English scene,
the "Way to the Meet," and adds greatly, moreover,
to the spectacle of the covert-side, always supposing
that her nose does not become too red nor her cheeks
too blue from the effects of an unflattering northerly
wind.
One day, however, when Kitty, with her guide,
philosopher, and friend, was scouring the plain in a
very gentle and unambitious manner, and when he,
indeed, was trotting gently down the fence to look for
the gate, young Scatterly on one of the big Irish horses
with which he is always going to win a steeplechase
came thundering past, straight to the comfortable jump
before him, a thinnish moderate-sized hedge, with a
ditch on the landing-side.
Kitty certainly did not mean to go, but her old
hunter did. Fired by the spirit of emulation, and re-
membering old days when he was not condemned to
the society of an obese cob, but kept his place not far
from the best of them, his usual placability of tempera-
ment was for the moment upset ; so, wheeling round, he
jumped to the side of Scatterly's horse, and galloped on
with him.
"My dear! my dear! stop him!" her temporary
guardian cried out, while his cob looked on with wonder
and disdain at his late companion's evident desire to
make quite unnecessary exertions for his own private
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 25
amusement and satisfaction. Kitty desired nothing
better than to " stop him," but this was easier said than
done, and he clearly proposed to have his jump.
" I can't — stop ! — wa-y ! — who-a ! " cried poor Kitty,
tugging hard at the reins as her steed put down his
head, and galloped on.
" It's all right, pray don't be frightened ; give him
his head, and sit well back," were Scatterly's rapidly
spoken injunctions, and, though very likely Kitty did
not give him his head (feeling too much the comfort of
something to hold on by, and not reflecting to what
extent she inconvenienced her animal), she sat back
and set her lips tightly as her experienced mount
slackened his pace and prepared for his effort.
Scatterly's big horse took the obstacle almost in his
stride. At the same moment over came Kitty with a
crash, and, though landing well on her horse's neck,
got back into her saddle, and succeeded in stopping in
the middle of the field — a deep plough. Scatterly, too,
reined in to express his fears that he had startled her
horse, and to compliment her on her courage and judg-
ment, a check which occurred at this moment enabling
him to perform this act of grace without the suffering
he would have experienced had he lost his place.
Up came also the cob, snorting indignantly, for his
usually patient owner, in terror lest evil might befall
his charge, had hurried him over the plough by means
of the dog-whip he always carried but rarely used ; and
up came also Miss Kitty's groom, who had been dis-
26 SKETCHES IN 'THE HUNTING FIEID.
porting himself in another direction. Two or three
men who knew the Trewsons likewise approached to
hear the story and offer congratulations on her escape
from the danger, whatever it might have been, and
compliments on her riding, which were especially wel-
come to their recipient.
Altogether Miss Kitty was decidedly pleased with
the adventure. She had made her way over a decent-
sized jump, and had found the operation a great deal
easier than she had imagined. Wi^h the convenient
crutch to a saddle a fence is in fact infinitely easier to
the wearer of the habit than to him who grasps a saddle
— or tries to — with boots and breeches ; and Kitty, per-
suaded with much facility that she had done something
wonderful, was so little alarmed that she determined to
have another try — at rather a smaller fence next time,
perhaps — when an occasion offered.
Such occasions will offer in the hunting field it a
person seeks for them, and not unfrequently if he or she
does not.
Satisfied with the laurels she had won on the day
marked by these exciting occurrences, Miss Kitty re-
signed herself contentedly again to the companionship
of the cob, whose owner cast many glances at the
" nasty vicious brute," which had now relapsed into
perfect placidity, and expressed his intention of urging
upon Trewson the necessity of getting rid of such a
" dangerous animal."
But this parting was not brought about, and the very
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 27
next time was the last that Miss Kitty accompanied her
quondam guide.
We did not get away on this morning, or rather on
this afternoon, until after a tedious delay and a weari-
some journey through several coverts with correspond-
ing waits outside, and soon after the welcome " Tally-
ho ! " was heard the pair found themselves in a large
field with no perceptible way out. They had come in
by means of a very flat gap, which seemed to have
vanished, and the easiest apparent outlet was over a
hurdle. The cob and his master alike regarded as ridi-
culous such a proceeding as jumping ; but those seduc-
tive pink coats were still in sight. Miss Kitty's horse,
though tractable, gave symptoms of impatience, and,
disdaining to ride round the field again in search of the
gap, she proclaimed her inclination to try the hurdle.
Her old friend was somewhat apt to be didactic, as
Miss Kitty was to be impatient, and before he could
formulate the reasons which induced him to caution her
against such a proceeding, and adduce examples of
persons who had shattered themselves in divers ways by
such rash exploits. Miss Kitty affected to assume that
he was coming, and with an *' I'll go first, shall I ? "
negotiated the hurdle with considerable ease.
She did not knock her nose this time, and only de-
ranged the position of her hat sufiiciently to convince
her of the wisdom of Scatterly's injunction to "sit well
back ; " and now felt justified in taking her place in the
ruck which forms the main body of most hunting fields.
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So for the rest of that day she waited her turn, and
when it came, followed some twenty other people, and
was followed by as many more.
After this, of course, Miss Kitty became more and
more enamoured of hunting, and if there were anything
she liked better than to hunt it was to talk about it. So
far from the old hunter being sold, a younger comrade,
a well-bred little bay, was added to her stable, and it is
only when he is unusually fresh and she is, to put it
plainly, rather afraid of him, that the Kitty of to-day is
to be recognised as the pleasant, amiable girl of yore.
She is horsey without the slightest knowledge of
horses, for practice has brought experience, experience
confidence, and confidence only presumption. On the
strength of an ability to sit on her steed over a light
jump, Miss Kitty has subsided into a disagreeable
imitation of Lady Gay Spanker ; and the worst of it is
that the misguided girl regards herself as the pride and
glory of the hunt, believing that foxes and hounds are
simply accessories to the dis]play of her grace, courag'e,
and skill.
A short account of IVIiss Kitty's proceedings the last
time she favoured us with her company will make clear
why it is that we love her so much better when she is
at home.
The meet is a.t Spinnington Gorse, and business is
just beginning, when up canters Kitty on her new horse
Sultan, a yelp from Rattler, as she boldly gallops over
him, announcing that he has either been kicked or very
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 29
near it. " I'm afraid I'm late ? " she says apologetically,
and proceeds to greet her friends ; Sultan, who had been
sent along at a good pace, blowing hard to get his
wind.
Kitty surveys the scene, and perceives a big covert,
bounded on one side by road, on another by farm build-
ings, on the side where we have taken up our
stand by ploughed fields, and to the south by a wide
expanse of park-like common leading across a splendid
line of country over which a wiry fox has taken us more
than once, and on which side it is more than probable
he will break again. Kitty marks the turf. " Did he
want a nice gallop, a poor little horse ? " she murmurs
caressingly. " Did he want to go very much ? So he
shall, then."
Sultan does not want to go, having been well blown
already, but a kick from his mistress's spur sends him
along; and when she has gone some three hundred
yards the fox bounds out of covert just before her horse's
nose, and as speedily bounds in again, his retreat being
expedited by a cut aimed at him by Miss Kitty's whip.
We look into each other's faces, thoughts too deep for
utterance checking expression. Kitty is delighted.
" I've seen the fox ! " she gleefully cries as she returns
to us. " Oh, Sir Henry " — to the Master — " I've seen
the fox ; such a beauty ! He was just coming out, and
I drove him back again. Oh ! he was such a splendid
fellow ! "
Sir Henry is the pink of politeness, and feels the
30 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
utter impossibility of giving vent to his feelings ; but
his face is a study as he replies, " I'm afraid you have
scarcely assisted us very much, then, Miss Trewson,"
and rides off.
" What's the matter with Sir Henry ? he doesn't
seem at all nice this morning," Kitty innocently asks
an acquaintance.
" You headed the fox, didn't you ? " he answers,
hoping that the amiably spoken query will convey a
reproof.
"Yes ; and I suppose he's vexed because he didn't see
it ? " she surmises.
"Perhaps that was it," he drily rejoins ; whereupon
Kitty, with a dim perception, it may be, that she ought
not to have had the fox all to herself, grows energetic.
We are now in a ride in the covert. Old Ranger, the
well-beloved hero of a clever pack, puts his wise old
nose to the underwood, ponderingly and suspicious.
" Go and hunt, bad dog ! " cries Kitty, " landing "
him one with her restless whip, to the infinite surprise
of Ranger, who looks up wondering what he has done
to be beaten, and runs for an explanation to Bill Heigh,
his friend and huntsman. " Please not to flog the
hounds, Miss," he says, as he rides past, to Kitty, who
looks very angry, and vows that he is an " ill-tempered,
rude old thing."
In spite of Kitty, however, the fox is viewed away on
his former line, and young Heathfield, who happens to
be by her side, is just turning his horse's head towards
A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 31
the fence out of the covert when Kitty's voice sounds in
his ears : " Oh, Mr. Heathfield, I'm so sorry to trouble
you, but would you please fasten my girths a little
tighter for me ? It's so good of you, but my groom is
so stupid. Will that do ? Are you sure it's fast now ?
Oh, thank you so much ! "
It doesn't take poor Heathfield long to get on his
horse and set him going ; but everybody else who rides
is well away over the next field, and it is not a benedic-
tion on Miss Kitty that the breeze wafts back as he
gallops on. Kitty finds her way over somehow, and
manages to reach a gate, which enables us to avoid an
ugly trap, before most of us, whereat there is a
lengthened pause until this clumsy Diana has quite
convinced herself that she cannot open it. On we go,
Kitty's screw, who has had one or two sharp bursts,
already losing ground, when Scatterly, who has been
rather thrown out by extra cleverness, comes up in a
desperate hurry, but draws rein, for the hounds are
hesitating a little and bending to the right.
*'Oh, Mr. Scatterly," cries Kitty, "I'm so glad you
are here ! I'm sure we could jump that fence if you
would pick out that nasty stick for me. Do you mind ?
I do so want to try ! "
Scatterly, as courteous as all shy men are who are not
used to ladies' society, dismounts, and is struggling to
pick out a stiff binder, when, with a loud cry, away go
the pack with one consent. By the time he has com-
pleted his task the hunt is a good half-mile away, for
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the Sultan refuses, and Scatterly, with extreme good
nature, waits to see her scramble over in a second
attempt.
About half-way through the run Kitty finished in a
pond, I don't know who fished her out, or which of the
two it was who rode home with her ; but altogether it
will scarcely be a matter for surprise that we do not
hail Miss Kitty's appearance with absolute enthusiasm.
IV.
AN ENGLISH FARMER.
As Tom ]\Iaizeley sits by the covert-side, talking with
a respectful deference which has nothing of servility in
it to his landlord, Sir Henry Akerton, he would feel
extremely uncomfortable if he had the faintest idea that
he was being included in a series of sketches designed
for the amusement of known and unknown friends, who
are united by a common interest in the chase.
Tom would laugh at the notion of being put in print ;
and when he does laugh it is not the mild spasm of
hilarity, compounded of a smile and snigger, which
sometimes does duty for laughter, but a peal which
leaves you no room for doubt as to the integrity and
power of his lungs.
Having so done justice to the novelty of the proceed-
ing, Tom would, I suspect, feel awkward, and protest
that there was nothing to say about a plain chap like
him. Nor, perhaps, is Tom altogether wrong. There
is nothing particular about him. He is only a steady-
going, hard-headed, soft-hearted English farmer ; but
he is an excellent type of a class, and in a series of
sketches of an English hunting field must necessarily
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occupy a very prominent place, if such sketches are to
be fairly comprehensive.
My opinion of Tom is by no means a universal
one, and the very progressive Radical member, Mr.
Marmaduke Jenks, who sits for the market-town where
you may meet Tom any Friday morning, regards him
as an ignorant boor, dissipated and dangerous; while
Tom, on his side, stigmatises his friend as a "rum 'un."
Tom's creed is, in fact, very simple.
He is only anxious to do the best by the land he holds,
to train up his son to follow in his grandfather's foot-
steps, to make his daughters fit wives for the young
farmers, his son's contemporaries, to keep his depend-
ants honest and comfortable, and, in short — the idea
seems absurd in this grasping, discontented age — to do
his duty in that station of life to which it has pleased
God to call him.
Tom's ignorance revealed itself conspicuously when
he was invited to become a member of a Two Hundred
who were to have the privilege of selecting ]\Ir. Jenks as
a fit and proper person to represent the agricultural
interest in the House of Commons, an honour which
Tom refused in terms unmistakeably decisive.
To his besotted mind, his landlord is his natural
representative, and he looks on the sudden arrival of a
stranger who does not own an acre in the county, and
whose only claim to consideration is that he has edited
a manual of political economy, as an impudent intrusion.
He has heard Mr. Jenks hold forth on the tyranny of the
AX EXGLISII FARMER. 35
governing classes, the immorality of landowners, and
has been promised that, if he will only support Mr. Jenks
and urge his brother farmers to join with him, the
tyrants will be made to tremble before the eloquence of
Jenks, who has draughted a bill which will enable every
farmer to become possessed, on easy terms — for next
to nothing in fact — of the land he tills.
But all this fails to move sturdy Tom Maizeley. He
doesn't want to make any one tremble, least of all his
landlord, for whom he entertains a warm regard.
*'He lets me the land for a fair rent, and I pay it
when it comes due. The game isn't in my lease, and I
don't want what doesn't belong to me."
Such is Tom's artless philosophy, and he has conse-
quently been set down as an incorrigible dullard.
" I daresay he knows a lot," Tom said to a neighbour,
as they jogged home after a lecture they had been
induced to attend, wherein Mr. Jenks and some friends
from London had painted their wretched condition to
them, and after which he had distributed copies of his
handbook, that they might refresh their minds when
they got home. " I daresay he knows a lot ; but it
doesn't seem to make him very happy ; and I reckon
them that's most contented has the best sort of politics!"
How can you possibly reason with a man like this — a
creature who deliberately refuses to understand that he
ought to be miserable and dissatisfied ? Jenks has
given him up, and herein I think Jenks has done
wisely.
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36 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
As aforesaid, Tom is now talking to the oppressor ;
and though the most elastic definitions of beauty will
not include his face or figure, he is far from a disagree-
able object to contemplate.
He is now nearer fifty than forty, though not much.
His thick brown hair has only just the faintest tinge of
grey here and there, and his whiskers are as yet free
from that slight indication that he is not as young as he
was : a fact of which he would be well-nigh unconscious
were it not that his horses seem to labour rather more
towards the end of the day than they used to do, and
this sets their master thinking that the girth of his waist
may have some influence on the peculiarity.
He wears brown tops, of course, and, equally of
course, cord breeches, a dark tweed shooting jacket, and
rough, low chimney-pot hat ; and these garments, with
what they contain, together with a comfortable saddle,
approach in weight almost as near to fifteen stone as
they do to fourteen.
Tom, however, never had the slightest pretensions to
being a brilliant rider. He does not jump if he can
avoid it, and an extensive knowledge of the Meadow-
mere country enables him to find his way from point
to point without bumping much in his substantial
saddle.
He and his horses perfectly understand each other,
and if Tom has to take his place with the main body of
the field, who follow each other over a moderate jump,
the business is managed without any unnecessary
AN ENGLISH FARMER. 37
exertion on either side. There is, fortunately for many
of us, a way through, as well as over, most fences ; and
Tom does not disdain to wait, in the case of timber,
until some ambitious spirit has broken the top rail,
which — again fortunately for many of us — some ambi-
tious spirit generally contrives to do, either at or with-
out the expense of a cropper.
So it happens that he avoids those moving accidents
by flood and field which are irritating to the man who is
not used to them ; and that he often comes up smiling
with a comparatively fresh horse, while less wary
sportsmen, who have been conscientiously riding the
line, are beginning to wonder whether they have not had
nearly enough of it, and to feel certain that their horses
have quite.
When fourteen stone odd falls, it falls heavy ; and, as
many even lighter weights know, the sensation of rising
from the ground wondering what has been happening
to you, how you came to be sitting about in a damp
field, and why you have not a more satisfactory grasp
of reins which are lumped up in your hand, or dangling
about the fore-legs of a beast which is gaily careering
away in the next field, is calculated to destroy the
equanimity of the best tempered of men.
I like Tom IMaizeley so much that I should prefer to
depict. him going as Dick Christian did in his best day,
and taking what came in his way without fear or
favour ; but a regard for fact has taken the point out of
many a spirited story, albeit there are a good many
33 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
current anecdotes which have not been detrimentally
influenced by such a consideration.
And it must not be supposed that the only men who
sell horses are those who ride straight. A steady-going
nag is of more value to many than a steeplechaser of
the highest character, and when Tom has ridden a
horse for the season he has not to look far for a
purchaser who will give what is comparatively a long
price. In respect to riding, it must be admitted that
Tom, junior, does more than his father ever did, and
were it not for the faith the elder man has in his son's
common sense, he would be a little uneasy now and
then at Tom's intimacy with young Brookley, the
steeplechase jockey, and son of the trainer whose
stables are near the kennels of the JMeadowmere
hounds.
Young Tom likes nothing better than a mount on one
of Brookley's horses as it takes its morning gallop on
the Downs, or perhaps goes for a turn over the jumps
laid out on Coverton Common ; and last year he turned
his experience to good account by winning the Farmers'
Plate at the Meadowmere Meeting, and selling the
horse at a very decent figure. But Tom, junior, is not
likely to ruin himself on the turf (nor, for the matter of
that, is Brookley the sort of man to lead him astray),
and already has shown his ability to lend a useful hand
and a shrewd head to the management of affairs at the
farm.
If you want to please Tom Maizele}-, son.e c\'y whtn
AN ENGLISH FARMER. 39
jogging home from a good run, you pass his door,
accept his hearty offer of a rest and a glass of his sound
ale. Up the lane there, past the straw yard, where
probably a foal and a couple of colts are plodding
about in the deep litter, and put up your horse in the
stable, where in the loose box lives the good old brood
mare that would have won the Grand National but for
a series of misfortunes which Tom will detail to you,
and which are perfectly convincing beyond all question,
to him at any rate.
Your beast may safely be committed to the charge of
the old labourer who does duty as a groom, a type of
sturdy agriculturist that is not to be beguiled by the
winsome tongue of any agitator.
One of Tom's men was tempted to join a branch of
Mr. Arch's institution some years ago, but grew tired
of paying shillings for the benefit of gentry unknown,
and at last the fact leaked out to the no small satisfac-
tion of his companions, whose faculty for producing
jokes is small, and who are thus provided with a jest
for life. Wlien any pecuniary matter is under dis-
cussion, it is the fashion to refer to this honest yokel as
a millionaire who had so many shillings that he did
not know what to do with them ; and to make similar
little jokes which go a wonderfully long way, and cause
a wholly disproportionate amount of laughter as the
men sit on the ale-house bench, or stow away their
provisions in Tom's servants' kitchen.
It is into the other kitchen that Tom will conduct
40 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIEID.
you, and make you comfortable in a chair by the side of
the capacious fireplace, where the flames of a roaring
fire gleam on various incidents of Scripture history
delineated in blue and white tiles. Tom has no
drawing-room or dining-room, and sits here when he
is not in his business room, somewhat laboriously con-
ducting his correspondence, or making up his accounts.
The girls have their sitting-room upstairs, inside the
lattice-window with diamond panes, about which
creepers cluster so richly in the summer ; but they will
come down to do honour to their father's guest.
Declining port and sherry, for Tom's taste runs
rather in the direction of heady beverages, and ex-
plaining the impossibility of consuming roast beef, a
quantity of turkey, and a small mountain of brawn,
when you are going to dine in a couple of hours, you
will do well to accept, even in preference to the ale, a
cup of tea with the rich cream, the originators of which
are lowing as they pass through the farmyard. Such
bread and butter, too, as Bessie Maizeley cuts for you is
not to be had every day of the year.
Then, while a substantial meal is in course of pre-
paration for Tom and his son, who has followed in after
seeing to the horses, you have just time for a cigarette
while Tom has a whiff at his churchwarden, the only
way in which he can take his tobacco with a relish, and
he will explain to you once more how it came that the
old mare — a present, by the way, from Sir Henry
Akerton, his tyrannical landlord — just failed to win the
AN EiXGLISH FARMER.
41
Grand National, and indeed to obtain a place in that
remarkable contest.
So with a cordial invitation from Tom to look in any
time you're his way, a compliment to INIrs. Maizeley on
her tea, and to the girls on their butter, a nod to young
Brookley, who has called in passing', as you suspect for
the sake of a word with Bessie, you take your leave.
Tom's hand is not a model for a sculptor, and,
naturally, it is often in sad need of soap and water;
but it is a pleasant hand to shake for all that, and its
hearty grasp somehow or other seems to do you good
as you trot away into the high-road towards home.
V.
A STRAIGHT RIDER.
The Dowager Lady Hortington, sitting in her barouche
at the Cross Roads on the occasion of a meet at that
likely centre, and holding her gold-framed eye-glasses
to her aquiline nose, surveys us with the sort of expres-
sion she might be expected to assume on suddenly
coming upon a herd of harmless but eccentric animals ;
and presently her ladyship desires to be informed who
is the boy on the large brown horse.
Sir Henry Akerton, who is on his horse at the side ot
the Hortington barouche, talking to its occupant, looks
in the direction indicated.
Seated on a great raking thoroughbred bay — it is not
a brown, but the dowager scorns details — is a youth
with mild blue eyes set in a smooth, rosy, and guileless
countenance, decorated only by a faint and downy
moustache, and now w^earing such a weary and melan-
choly aspect that we who know him well understand
that he is peculiarly happy and alert this morning.
Kitty Trewson, dashing up in her most approved
style, passes immediately behind the bay's tail — a
proceeding which he accepts as an insult, and a furious
A STRAIGHT RIDER. 43
plunge is the consequence. But you need not be
anxious for the youth's safety ; he seems to be sitting
carelessly enough, but his seat is a good deal tighter
than it looks, and a tug at the bridle, accompanied by a
touch of the spur, convinces the big bay that he will do
well to behave himself.
"I know his face," Lady Hortington continues, as
she gazes at this performance.
"Very likely; you've met him in town, no doubt.
It's young Wynnerly, of the — Guards," Sir Henry
answers, making his adieux, and giving a signal to
his huntsman, which is sjoeedily communicated to the
pack, and responded to by an eager dash into the
covert.
The youth is indeed that gallant warrior, Captain
Wynnerly, whose fame as a gentleman-rider is Euro-
pean, and who, though one of the best fellows in the
world, is by no manner of means the artless creature
you would take him for if you were inclined to dis-
regard the proverb which points out the folly of judging
from appearances.
And that this folly is sometimes very expensive
young Downing found to his cost on the occasion of
Wynnerly's dchiit as a steeplechase rider in our
countr}^
Sir Henry Akerton had picked up in Ireland, for a
small sum, an enormous chestnut horse which no one
could manage to do anything with — except fall off, an
operation that was performed with remarkable punctu-
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ality and dispatch by those who found themselves in
the altitude of his saddle. Wonderful stories had been
told of what Fireworks, as he was called, could do when
he liked ; but the prospect of verifying these anecdotes
seemed small, as his proceedings were generally limited
to bucking, with an ability which the most experienced
Australian waler might env}^, and to stopping dead at
his fences just at the moment when his rider had con-
cluded that he certainly meant going this time.
The second whij^, who usually rode Sir Henry's
horses, had been put down so regularly that his con-
fidence— to say nothing of his mortal frame — was
severely shaken, and odds of three to one that whoever
appeared on his back would not remain in that pre-
carious situation till the end of the day were always to
be obtained by the rashly speculative.
We heard, however, just before the INIeadowmere
Race IMeeting, a couple of years ago, that a jockey was
coming down who had won on Fireworks before,
against very good horses; and not knowing Wynnerly
in those days we were astonished at his arrival, on the
morning of the races, to go round and inspect the
course, with a couple of other strangers ; he looked go
young and tender and artless that none of us could
believe he was able to ride Fireworks.
Downing, whose chief characteristic is the perfect
satisfaction with which he regards himself, his opinions,
his horses, and in fact all that is his — men who do not
like him call him a supercilious ass — was a steward of
A STRAIGHT RIDER. 45
the meeting, and took the new-comers to show them
the way ; seeming greatly amused at Wynnerly's ap-
parent dismay when they came to the brook.
" Over this river ? " Wynnerly inquired with seeming
anxiety and apprehension.
*' Oh, yes ! over here, sir. We call it the brook,
though," Downing replied, with a rather contemptuous
smile.
" Horrid great place ! Isn't there a bridge or a way
round?" he inquired, with an aspect of perfect sincerity,
so far as could be seen, devoid of the faintest symptom
of chaff. At all times it was undoubtedly a big jump,
and rain had lately filled it and overflowed the banks.
"No, sir. Must go over between the flags — or in,"
the guide explained.
" Yes. I shall have to take it in two, I expect. Is it
very deep ? " Wynnerly asked.
" We'll see that you are not drowned, sir," Downing
responded as they crossed the plank footbridge, to go
and look at the posts and rails which, as Downing plea-
santly anticipated, inspired fresh terrors in the infantile
jockey's bosom ; or so, at least. Downing imagined.
Downing had entered a horse for the steeplechase,
and though I am certain Wynnerly never dreamed of
influencing the betting by his demeanour while inspect-
ing the course, the steward had satisfied himself that,
with such a rider. Fireworks must be out of the hunt ;
and he not only laid the odds against that ill-disposed
animal, but backed his own beast freely.
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"You'll see some fun when that young gentleman
gets on old Fireworks," Downing confided to his
friends. " He's in the bluest funk you ever saw out of
a paint-box ; and look at the old horse kicking up
behind and before ! "
The old horse was indeed indulging himself in these
and other vagaries, and generally making more of a
beast of himself than nature had made already ; but
now that it had come to the point, Wynnerly stood by
superintending the process of saddling with equa-
nimity.
" Cruel bad temper he's in to-day ! Why, it's twenty
to one he doesn't get over the first two fences ! " Down-
ing exclaims in high good humour, which is but faintly
checked when Sir Henry quietly rejoins,,- —
" I shouldn't make the odds about that too long, if I
were you, Downing; and if he can win, you may
depend upon it his rider will make him do it to-day."
It is soon evident that Wynnerly can sit on, at any
rate. The moment he touches the saddle. Fireworks
forms himself into a species of Gothic arch, his saddle
being the apex, and then sets off to kick viciously,
wriggling his body at the same time in an apparent
attempt to see how his hind-legs look during the opera-
tion.
This is the strategical movement which usually dis-
poses of his riders ; but it has not this effect on Wyn-
nerly, who, seeing that the question who is master had
better be promptly decided, uses his cutting whip with
A STRAIGHT RIDER. 47
such effective vigour that the horse absolutely stands
still for a moment, tries another buck, which is followed
by three sounding rib-binders, then gallops down the
course sideways, and jumps the hurdle with about
eighteen inches to spare.
The folly of attempting to refuse the '^ river" was
distinctly impressed upon him when an early symptom
of insubordination displayed itself; and instead of being
drowned, Wynnerly, to the open-mouthed amazement
of Downing and his intimates, cantered in an easy
winner, by many lengths, from the two competitors who
had survived the course out of a field of seven. Down-
ing paid up with a rather rueful face, but the lesson he
learnt was worth a good deal of the money his experi-
ence cost him.
Until I saw Wynnerly go I had never thought that
there was much in the recipe to make a good timber-
jumper — "take him out and give him two or three
heavy falls " — because I had imagined that one partner
to the operation would never have cared about trying
it. But Wynnerly tumbles about with a perfect good
temper quite charming to behold — when you are the
right side of an awkward obstacle. He is a living con-
tradiction to the cogency of the complaint urged to me
the other day, that when a man has learnt how to fall,
he has generally learnt how to avoid falling ; and so
nearly half his studies are useless.
A short time ago, a stranger turned up at the meet,
and soon after we got away, comfortably cleared a
48 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
nasty square-railed white gate, a great deal more
creditable, as it seemed to many of us, to the carpenter
who made it than to the farmer who put it up in a hunt-
ing country and left it fastened.
The business was accomplished in such an easy, un-
obtrusive manner, that the exceptional ability of the
performer was past all question, and we wondered
whether anything would stop him. The swollen banks
of the Swirl towards which we presently approached
seemed to answer our query in the affirmative; but we
were wrong.
This river is, as we have all supposed, impracticable
at the best of times ; but the stranger thought it worth
trying, and went at it with a will. For once the old
proverb was falsified ; or at least, though there was a
"way," it was simply in, and not over. Man and horse
disappeared, and as their heads rose to the surface up
came Wynnerly, who had not been near when the gate
was negotiated, but had since noted the way in which
the new-comer had been going.
"We oughtn't to let the stranger have it all to him-
self!" Wynnerly said, and putting on as much steam
as was obtainable, galloped to the bank, and, as was
inevitable, landed about two-thirds of the journey
across, disappeared in turn, but hitting on an easier
way up the opposite bank, was ashore in time to give
the stranger a hand to help him out.
A very stupid proceeding, the wise will say, with
more than an appearance of truth ; but there is some-
A STRAIGHT RIDER. 49
thing in the reckless spirit of the deed which, whatever
it may show about Wynnerly's head, at least proves
that his heart is in the right place.*
In spite of his success in the saddle, Wynnerly has
not more money than he knows what to do with, and if
he had a good deal more, he would doubtless find means
of application for it without mental exhaustion. The
source of his gratification to-day is that he has picked
up what Lady Hortington calls the large brown horse
for such an amount as is indefinitely spoken of as " an
old song " because the brute — probably a connection by
birth of Fireworks aforesaid — has x^roved incorrigible in
very skilful hands.
Encouragement — in which kindness has a part, as
well as hands and heels — seems effective to-day, how-
ever, and very likely his late owners forgot the former
half of this compound, and lost sight of the fact that a
cheer}^, coaxing word or two sometimes has more in-
fluence than a cutting whip or polished spur.
A horse not unfrequently has a reputation for bad
temper, and it very often fails to strike its owner that
the temper may have been made bad, and can be cured,
without being violently broken ; an attempt to do which
latter very often fails, by the way. Wynnerly can be
firm enough, and can hit hard enough, when occasion
demands that form of argument ; but he also knows the
* It may be that some readers, who do not live in that part of the country
where Wiltshire and Gloucestershire unite, will protest against this anecdote
as overdone. In its main incident it is stiictlv true.
50 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIEID.
effect of a gentle word and a friendly pat on the neck.
From the manner in which the two are getting on to-
gether to-day, there can be little doubt that they -have
arrived at that mutual understanding which, as before
said in the course of these sketches, is indispensable to
safe and pleasant journeys across country.
Let us see how the hunt generally get over this fence
— a tolerably big flight of rails, with a ditch on the
landing side.
Here they are ! Up comes Sir Henry in that sort of
rocking-horse canter which his animals generally affect,
and he gets over quietly. Tom Maizeley does not like
the look of it, and unaffectedly pulls up. Here is
Scatterly, on a pulling chestnut mare, which rushes at
the rails and smashes the top one to splinters, making
a way for a little batch of followers, among whom is
Kitty Trewson, who means to have it if possible ; but
Sultan is rather blown, and, dropping his hind-legs in
the ditch, looks like rolling over and giving Aliss Kitty
a nasty fall, luckily recovering just in time to avert the
catastrophe. Scratton, the dealer, on another young
one, gets over neatly, and his groom does the same with
little exertion. Checkley gallantly looks at the broken
rail, and boldly rides away.
Here comes Wynnerly : rather too fast, and heading
for a place where the rail is high and heavy. The pace
is hardly of his choosing, and they come whizzing down
at a speed which must take them over or through. Over
it is, and rather too much so, for the big horse, over-
A STRAIGHT RIDER.
SI
jumping himself, goes a couple of strides and blunders
on his head ; but Wynnerly, sitting well back, pulls
him together again, cleverly saves the cropper, and
goes on as gaily as if nothing had happened.
I think he will make something of that horse yet : if
he doesn't the chances assuredly are that no one will.
E 2
VI.
AN UNLUCKY SPORTSMAN.
Fortune is said to be capricious. In her treatment of
poor Chansett, however, she is certainly consistent
enough — too consistent a good deal for him — for it is
his peculiarity that something always seems to happen
to spoil his fun whenever he attempts to pursue his
favourite sport.
It is not that he always comes to grief when out with
the hounds. He rides fairly well; and, considering
that for some years past fate has put him on hired or
borrowed horses, he has not very much to complain of
in this respect. If there be a rabbit hole in a field, a
loosely fiUed-in drain, or any other sort of trap, it is not
improbable that he will be caught in it ; and when he
takes his own line at a fence there is not unlikely to be
deep and treacherous ground on the other side. More
than once he has been turned over by a tough binder in
a rotten-looking hurdle ; and, in fact, he has rather
more than his share of bad luck, having regard to his
undeniably respectable judgment.
But, somehow or other, things usually go badly with
him. When anticipation looks rosiest there is an
AN UNLUCKY SPORTSMAN. 53
impending shadow, and that slip between the cup and
the lip of which we have all heard is a familiar accident
with poor Chansett. Among his friends at the Mutton
Chop Club the question " Is there going to be a frost ?"
is generally answered by another quer}^ " Is Chansett
going to hunt r" If so, hard weather is accepted as
inevitable. Should a man's horse go lame, the inference
is that Chansett had been invited to ride it, or that he
was on the point of setting out on its back when the
injury was discovered.
One evening last season Chansett turned up at the
Club in a state of considerable cheeriness, ballasted
somewhat by the suspicion that the demon of ill-luck
which so steadily followed him might be lurking for him
as usual in an unexpected place. Chansett was going
to hunt with the North Wessex. A friend of his, a
member of the Hunt, who had a couple of horses down
in that neighbourhood, was away for a time, and had
generously told Chansett that he might go down any
time he chose, and a horse would be sent to the station
to meet him if he gave notice the day before. Chansett
knew both horses, and selected the one he liked best ;
and when the train pulled up — he looked out of the
window rather nervously, though he had sent both letter
and telegram to make sure — there was the animal being
led to and fro.
For once all seemed well. Chansett divested himself
of his great-coat and swung himself into the saddle,
adjusted his stirrups, pressed on his hat, and felt that
54 SKETCHES LV THE HUNTIXG FIELD.
there was no mistake about it this time, at any rate. At
the bottom of the descent from the station was a sign-
post with " Whorley Bridge " on it, and this was the spot
fixed for the meet.
"I've got time, I suppose?" Chansett asked the
man.
"Yes, sir; hounds meet at eleven and it's just about
four miles. You can't miss it, sir. There's sign-posts
all the way and the road's as nigh straight as may
be."
It was about half-past ten when Chansett, with a last
glance at the arm of the sign-post, to make sure that
the affair was not dodging him and that it was all right,
put his horse to a trot and jogged off in the highest
spirits. He reached some cross roads, but the faithful
post was there and " Whorley Bridge" stood out in
newly painted letters. Now a sign-post is the best of
all possible guides, when you know where to look for
it ; but, though Chansett felt sure he had scrupulously
obeyed the directions of his dumb friends, he suddenly
found the road grow into a green lane, and following on
discovered that he was a solitary figure on some wide-
spreading Downs. This was a little confusing ; still he
had noticed the position of the sun, and by this guide
could continue something like the line of the road by
which he had come.
He was just beginning to feel an uncomfortable sen-
sation in the nature of a doubt when about half a mile
away he caught sight of a man on horseback, bearing
AN UNLUCKY SPORTSMAN. 55
away towards the right and going at a reaching gallop
■ — ^just about as fast as a wise man dares to go at the
beginning of what may be the run of the season, keep-
ing something in hand and yet not pulling so as to
make his horse tire itself by fighting for the bit. The
tag end of the hunt, evidently, and hounds are off on a
hot scent, Chansett thought, as he took his horse by the
head and set off after his fleeting friend. He was a
good deal behind, for, so far as Chansett could see, there
was no one else between them and the spot where the
Downs merged into woodland. He had not misjudged
the good horse under him, which slipped over the
ground at racing pace, rather faster than Chansett
would have cared to go, but that he found he did not
diminish the gap between himself and the man ahead.
If, in fact, hounds were running straight away from them,
the chances of catching them seemed problematical,
though of course one never knows how or when hounds
may turn. At the top of the Downs where the wood
began, there might be something more to see ; and
Chansett pictured to himself the hunt below him,
hounds coming rather towards him than otherwise, so
that he could breathe his horse, trot down gently and
join in, well ahead with an animal under him fresher
than any in the field — though the pace for the last mile
had been fast. The horse he was on could jump, and
he guessed the sort of fences there would be in the vale.
Fortune owed him a turn ; clearly his luck had changed,
and on he galloped merrily.
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But what was his friend ahead doing r As he neared
the wood, the broad ride through which Chansett could
now see, his leader stopped to a trot, pulled up, turned
right round facing his pursuer, and having so stood for
a few seconds, began to walk back, the rider checking
attempts at a trot.
Chansett approached him, and detected a lad, in
cords and butcher boots, a pot hat and tweed coat.
"Don't you see anything of the hounds?" Chansett
asked.
" Hounds ? No, sir. They ain't come this way. They
was at Whorley Bridge this morning. I passed 'em on
the road as I come along," the guide answered.
" I thought you were riding after them ! " poor Chan-
sett said.
" No, sir. I come up here to give the mare a gallop,"
was the response.
" And Where's Whorley Bridge ? " Chansett inquired,
looking at his watch. It was only a few minutes past
eleven now.
" Whorley Bridge, sir ? You've been coming right
away from it," the stable boy replied. " It's nigh upon
four mile from here," and he explained the route ; but
by the time that Chansett reached the spot there was no
sign of horse or hound. There was nothing for it but
to go home and reflect on the folly of jumping at con-
clusions. Because a man happened to be galloping it
did not follow that he was after hounds, as Chansett
now saw distinctly.
AN UNLUCKY SPORTSMAN. 57
Chansett's latest exploits with the Meadshire are
decidedly curious.
" I wish I could lend you a horse, old man, but I
can't, because I've only got two that can go at all now,
and one was out yesterday for a hard day," Flutterton
said one Tuesday afternoon at the IMutton Chops ; " but
I'll tell you what you can do. Write to Gates, and tell
him to send on something decent for you on Thursday,
and come and dine and sleep at my place. We meet at
the Cross Roads, and I'll drive you over. We'll make
up for it ! "
The thing that had to be made up for was a cub-
hunting expedition of Chansett's. He had been looking
for the hounds in a strange country, and after following
various intricate directions had found himself on the
banks of a stream in which a number of nondescript
animals were searching for an otter whose existence
had been reported — falsely to all appearances.
At any rate with Flutterton he was certain to find
the hounds, and we knew that the good-natured little
man would do his best to insure Chansett a day's sport.
" Don't trust to a letter. Telegraph to Gates, and
ask him if he can send a horse for you to the Cross
Roads, on Thursday. Pay the answer, and say you're
going to hunt with me. Cross Roads mind, with the
Meadshire hounds, on Thursday. There can't be a
mistake about that, though you are such an unlucky
beggar when you get on a horse."
Thus Flutterton gave directions. Chansett wrote the
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telegram out, and in the course of a couple of hours
back came the answer. " Good horse shall be sent as
ordered. Cross Roads, Thursday."
" Well ! Unless the brute he sends falls down and
breaks something on the way, I should think you are all
right this time ! " Flutterton said, as he went off to
catch the train, after giving the most elaborate direc-
tions how Chansett was to travel next day.
The luckless man arrived at Flutterton's station in
due course, was driven to the house, dined — comfortably,
I have no doubt, from pleasant experiences — and ap-
peared next morning at breakfast in boots and breeches,
resolved to do justice to his good luck. The dog-cart
came round in plenty of time, and Flutterton's mother
and sisters waved a cheery adieu from the dining-room
window as the horse trotted down the avenue, out of the
lodge gates, and along the way to the Cross Roads.
Through the market-town they clattered, passing on
the way many mounted men with coats of all colours, a
plentiful supply of pinks among the number.
''There's one of Gates' horses," Flutterton said,
pointing with his whip as a horse and rider emerged
from the arch leading from the principal inn. " Not a
bad-looking one."
*' That's probably the one he's sent for me, I should
think, and that fellow's got him by mistake. That
would be just my luck," Chansett exclaimed.
"No, but it isn't. The man who's on it has it regu-
larly. You're all right for once ! "
AN UNLUCKY SPORTSMAN. 59
"Then there'll be no scent or no foxes," Chansett
replied, not half meaning it though, this time.
" There'll be both, you bet ! " Flutterton answered, and
they drove on, horsemen being now numerous, and
horsewomen adding pleasant variety to the scene.
Flutterton was nodding welcomes, and taking off his
hat busily, as they neared the meet ; and presently he
descried his horse in the distance, being led up and
down a byway.
" There's Miss Earle, with Wynnerly singeing his
wings, and there's old Crookton swearing at something
or other. I see my horse, but where's yours, I wonder ?
I told my servant to look out for Gates' man."
A hasty glance and a careful survey were equally in
vain. Gates' man was not visible. Chansett looked at
his watch. It was eleven within three minutes. The
faces of the friends grew long, nor were they shortened
when Flutterton's groom reported that he had seen
nothing of Gates's man. But stay! There is Gates
himself, in a cart.
*' Where's my friend's horse, Gates r " Flutterton
asked.
"That's just exactly what I can't make out, sir. I
sent him, saw him start myself, sir, before I harnessed
the cob. Strangest thing I ever knew, for I told the
man to walk him quietly, and he was a good steady
horse," Gates returned.
By this time a move was being made, and the animal
was still invisible. Of course Flutterton pressed
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Chansett to take his horse, and of course Chansett
emphatically declined, alleging with some truth that he
was too heavy for the light-weight hunter that carried
little Flutterton. Equally, of course, Chansett refused
to listen to his friend's determination not to hunt, to go
back and have a look for some birds, &c. At length
Flutterton was reluctantly persuaded to set off after the
now rapidly retreating hunt, and in a few moments
Chansett somewhat sadly took the reins and started in
the dog-cart for the town — his things had been sent
to the railway station, for he was due in London at
night.
There was no train for a couple of hours or so, and
while lunch was preparing Chansett strolled round the
inn stables. Some rough- coated farmers' horses, an old
poster or two, and a very good-looking hunter occupied
the stalls. The latter struck Chansett by his promising
appearance. If he had only had a creature like that
what fun it would have been !
"Whose is that?" Chansett asked of a man standing-
near, who had been curiously examining the gentleman's
legs.
"One of Mr. Gates' 'osses, sir," the man replied,
touching his hat.
"What's he doing here ?" he continued.
" Gentleman wrote for it from London, sir, and never
come. Missed the train, I 'spect, he did."
" / wrote to Mr. Gates, or rather I telegraphed for a
horse to-day, and it never came. I am Mr. Chansett."
AN UNLUCKY SPORTSjMAN. 6i
The man gazed blankly.
" That's the name, sir, that I was to bring the horse
to, and here I was, wasn't I, Jim ? " and he appealed
to an ostler who had strolled up to hear the colloquy.
"You was, 'Arry," Jim answered.
" Master says to me, you walk her down gently to the
Cross Keys for the gentleman, he says."
" To the Cross Roads," Chansett interrupted. " I
drove to the meet and expected to find the horse
there."
" Cross Keys, master says. That's the way we
always does. Hunting gentlemen come down by the
8.15 express and their 'osses is waiting for 'em 'ere
when they come. That's always the rule."
Chansett looked up and saw the sign-board, two
huge keys crossed over each other, swinging above his
head.
Whether the master had made a slip, or whether the
man, accustomed to a certain routine, had let the order
fall upon unheeding ears and done as he was used to
doing, did not appear. It was twelve o'clock, there was
the horse, there was poor Chansett ; where the hounds
might be v.^as more than doubtful.
" My usual luck ! " he muttered, and, I fear, added
something rude about the innocent Cross Keys, creaking
slowly above.
When, therefore, Chansett tells us that he is going to
hunt, light-hearted young men ask him what are the odds
about it, advise him not to say where he is going till he
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gets there, and bait him with much simple chaff. But
when the day does come, and, getting a good start, he
cuts down the field and covers himself with glory, every
one will heartily pat him on the back and none will envy
his good fortune.
VII.
A SOCIAL PROBLEM.
"That's a rare good-looking one. Whose is it?"
Scatterly inquires one day, as he rides up to join a little
group of us at a meet at the Kennels, and gazes at a
model of a light-weight bay hunter, which is being led
to and fro by a groom of peculiarly sporting aspect,
mounted himself on a very likely-looking chestnut
mare.
"Don't know the man or the horse either. They
don't live in these parts," Downing answers ; but Wyn-
nerly is better informed, and, coming up in time to hear
the last remark, enlightens us.
" That's Arthur Crossley's man ; and I suppose he's
coming to hunt with us to-day," he observes. And his
opinion is speedily verified, for the moment afterwards
Crossley appears at the other end of the road, cantering
on the grass by the wayside, his neat hack well
splashed with mud, as is natural after a twelve-mile
journey along miry roads, with an occasional cut across
country.
"Why the deuce does he come here when the Fallow-
field meet at the Hall, I wonder?" Scatterly mutters,
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as Crossley approaches and exchanges his hack for the
bay.
But this is one of the many things connected with
Crossley concerning which we are ignorant. Crossley
is down hunting with the famous pack upon whose
country our humbler hunt borders. They are at one of
their best meets to-day, while we rarely do much from
the Kennels, at any rate until after a good deal of use-
less knocking about ; yet Crossley takes the trouble to
send on his horses and make a long journey himself for
the sake of coming to us.
Crossley is, in fact, a mystery, and, it may be, a very
unfortunate man.
I know nothing against him, nor, so far as I can
gather, does anyone else — nothing, that is to say, defi-
nite ; but his name has an ill savour about it, and if he
is perfectly straight, he is very unlucky in the place he
holds in general estimation.
Crossley was at Eton, and left prematurely. He went
into a Lancer regiment, from which after a couple of
years he sold out, having by this time entirely dissipated
his patrimony, and successfully run up debts to an
amount which the sale of his commission would have
done little to discharge had he applied the money to-
wards such a purpose.
The fact that of the two chargers with which he then
obliged little Flutterton, at a high figure, one proved to
be glandered, and the other went very lame, is another
of Crossley's misfortunes, perhaps. Symptoms of
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glanders are often not discovered for a considerable
while after the disease has affected a horse, and an
animal may go lame at any time : so possibly Crossley
was innocent of any knowledge of his horse's condition,
and certainly he so persuaded Flutterton, as their sub-
sequent partnership in the steeplechaser Bullfinch —
over which poor Flutterton came so sad a pecuniary
cropper — sufficiently proves.
Crossley was dreadfully cut up about these two
chargers, and vowed that he would gladly return the
price, if he had it; and as he had not, it is impossible to
say that his anxiety was feigned, or that he would not
have kept his word if he could.
We of the IMeadowmere knew very little of him, except
as a gentleman rider, and that knowledge was chiefly,
gained in London. Crossley is a member of a good
club, and of the Drake, which some will maintain to be
a good club likewise, while others will hold a contrary
opinion. He was put up some time ago for the Mutton
Chops, the popularity of which pleasant resort is well
known ; but the story as to there having been ten
members of the committee at the election when his
name came up for ballot, and eleven black balls in the
ballot-box, is manifestly an exaggeration.
As no one has the least idea where he gets a shilling
from, the supposition that his manner of livelihood is
queer, if not crooked, must obviously be gratuitous ; and
Saddler, who was in the regiment with him, has little to
say when we ask for information, as, the first covert
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near the kennels having as usual been drawn blank, we
make a move to the spinney beyond.
"What sort of a fellow is Crossley ?" some one in-
quires, ranging up to Saddler's side, and nodding
towards the new-comer riding along talking to Down-
ing, who seems to have some sort of acquaintance with
the master, though he did not know the man.
" Rather a good-looking fellow, I think, about
twenty-nine years old now, I suppose. Has a dark
moustache, and turns it up at the ends," Saddler
answers, all these facts being patent to us.
"Yes, but what does he do r " Scatterly asks.
"Rides under lo st. 7 lb. — and over anything," is the
oracular response.
" I can see that, but is he a good fellow, I mean ? "
Scatterly continues.
" Well, I should be surprised to hear him singing Dr.
Watts's hymns, or, at least, if he did I should fancy that
he had a very good reason for it," is all we can get out
of Saddler ; and Crawley Paine, the sporting novelist,
on being appealed to for information — for Crawley
knows everybody, and a good deal about him — makes
some remark in vaguely sporting phraseology about
Crossley " going rather short sometimes," and suggests
that we had better ask little Flutterton.
With the incident to which Crawley Paine alludes we
are most of us acquainted, however.
After that little matter of the chargers had been
cleared up, and when the temporary interruption to the
A SOCIAL PROBLEM. 67
friendship between Crossley and Flutterton had been
repaired, Flutterton, by his mentor's advice, purchased
Bullfinch, and on him Crossley won a hurdle race at a
suburban meeting with an ease \vhich seemed to show
that the horse's ability was altogether out of the com-
mon. They tried him, therefore, over the Meadow-
mere steeplechase course, which much resembles that
at Kenilworth, against old Argus, an experienced
animal who went on all occasions with the regu-
larity of a chronometer, and could always be impli-
citly depended on as a trial horse. I well remember
Flutterton's delight at his anticipated triumph as he
recounted to us at the Drake one evening the results of
the test.
" I never thought that we could beat such a good old
horse as Argus, you know, but if we could get near him
it was good enough. Well, they came on to the water,
where I was standing; Crossley on Bullfinch. You
fellows don't like Crossley, I know, and I think fellows
are very unjust to him, for he's a dear, good chap ; how-
ever, 5'-ou'll admit that he can ride, I suppose ? Well,
on they came, old Argus plodding on at a deuce of a
pace though — you know how he goes — and jerking him-
self over his jumps in that queer way he has. They
got over the water together, Bullfinch pulling like
blazes, and jumping like fun. Then I ran across to see
them come in, and there was young Maizeley warming
up old Argus ; but it was no use, and we can beat his
head off. There's nothing nearly so good as Argus at
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Kenihvorth, and you fellows can put your shirts on
without being a bit afraid."
" I'm glad of that, because I do it so often," Wagstaff
interposed, sniggering at his little joke.
Of course we took the tip, and a little commission
went up from the Drake. We had made a good many
mistakes that year — which, as a matter of fact, we do
most years, many ol us — and, congratulating ourselves
that this time it was all right, at any rate, went down
to see our money pulled off.
But, alas ! that little commission went after the
majority of its predecessors.
Something was wrong somewhere.
Bullfinch looked very like winning as they came in
sight, but failed to preserve that agreeable aspect by
the time they reached the post, and was cleverly beaten
by a weedy mare called Virginia Creeper, to whom,
according to general computation, Argus could have
given about two stone with perfect safety. Poor little
Flutterton's airy castle toppled over — and it had been
such a beautiful castle, too, with a stable attached to it
containing the two-year-old which was certain to win
next year's Derby. Crossley vowed he was dead broke
with such lamentable emphasis that Flutterton, hard hit
as he was, offered to lend him a couple of hundred to
go on with ; but Crossley still further won his innocent
young friend's heart by declining the proffered aid, with
imprecations on his bad luck or want of judgment which
had let poor Flutterton in so deeply.
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The little man looked very white for some days, and
having got leave, went to Nice with his family. From
those southern shores come accounts of his mild occu-
pations, and his sporting propensities are satisfied by
the loss of a few five-franc pieces occasionally at Monte
Carlo, a diversion which he pronounces dull, for, as he
remarks, one soon gets tired of putting coins down on a
table for the mere fun of seeing them scooped in by a
fellow with a rake.
But Crossley's recuperative powers were wonderful,
and the result of what he stigmatised as a howling
cropper, is that he has been able to take four hunters
and a galloping hack to Meadshire, and to set up in
a neat little establishment with Major Rawley, who
doesn't hunt, but likes to be in a hunting country, and
having suddenly conceived a deep affection for Crossley,
takes care to have an excellent dinner for him when he
comes home from hunting. Generally a friend accom-
panies him, sometimes two ; or the major has a guest ;
and after dinner what more natural than that they
should while away the winter evenings with a little
poker, ecarft\ or a few rounds of Nap ?
Hard as Crossley was hit, I have no doubt that he
will pay up if you win from him ; but the chances of
your winning are not considerable.
Not that I would insinuate that the two hosts do not
play fair.
Such assertions should never be made without proof,
and this is a cruelly censorious world, ready to carp at
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and criticise everything. For instance, it is well known
— everybody knows — that horses will not always run up
to their best form, and the fact that since Bullfinch lost
at Kenilworth, and passed into the hands of Leggitt,
the bookmaker, he has beaten his Kenilworth form by
a good deal — possibly by as much as two stone, as
Flutterton's friends angrily assert — is no reason why
those gallant Lancers should talk about the deadest case
of roping that ever was seen, should go so far as to vow
that Crossley tried to pull the horse into his fences, and
should complain of the remissness of the stewards in not
investigating the matter,
I disbelieve these stories ; simply because, had Cross-
ley wanted to lose, I fancy he is quite good enough
jockey to stop his horse without making it apparent.
The very likely looking bay aforesaid, on which
Crossley is this morning seated, seems fully to justify
his appearance by his style of going ; and it is to be
observed that when Crossley is on a good one he takes
care to make the circumstance generally evident.
Here he has just one of those opportunities in which
he delights.
Soon after getting away, we checked in a big grass
field, bounded straight ahead by a high, tough-looking
rail and a broad ditch, a sufficiently formidable sort of
jump to make the boldest cordially hope that we shall
not have to tempt our fate in that direction. The ditch
is not only broad, but deep, with a nasty sloping clay
A SOCIAL PROBLEM. 71
side — just one of those places where if you don't get
over you get in, and probably have to stay there, with
your horse in an attitude not only disagreeable in
itself, but derogatory to the feelings of an animal that
has not been brought up in a circus. " The man who
jumped that awful big cutting" will be talked about
until some other moving incident of flood or field comes
in its turn to claim attention, and this is precisely what
Crossley desires.
A couple of hounds turn that way, plunge in, and
climb out again, one slipping back with a most un-
pleasantly suggestive splash.
This is enough for Crossley, who takes the little bay
by the head, and, feeling sure that his achievement can-
not be overlooked, makes for by no means the easiest
place, goes at it with a rush, and lands well over with
something to spare. As it happens, a hound hits off
the scent to the right, and we have not to risk this ugly
place — I do not know how other fellows feel about it :
if they experience my sentiments they are sincerely
relieved ; glory is delightful, but broken bones take off
its gloss. Crossle}^, however — who very soon afterwards
gets on his second horse, though we have had no run as
yet, and only threw off half an hour ago — has not
jumped in vain.
The little bay goes home to Downing's stables, and I
have no doubt that the cheque he writes is a heavy one.
We shall see in due time whether Sir Henry Akerton's
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suspicions as to the little bay being patched up and
unable to stand work are correct.
Possibly Downing may have made an excellent bar-
gain, but I don't suppose Crossley sold the horse much
under its value.
VIII.
A -SWELL."
The noble Baron Tourneymeade can only be described
as a " swell," unmitigated and gorgeous.
The epithet is not accorded to him by reason of his
title.
There are numerous peers who are not swells, and
still more numerous swells who are not peers. The
Duke of Kyleshire, for example, carries on his circula-
tion by means of the very bluest blood ; but he looks
like a cad, and successfully takes pains to justify his
appearance. Lord iSterteris, again, inherits an es-
cutcheon which has been borne in the van of battle by
some of those who have added honour to the noblest
names in English history ; but his lordship is the type
of a greedy Lord Mayor at the termination ot a hard
dining year of office. Another nobleman, second to
neither of these in descent and in the quarterings on
his coat of arms, resembles a political nonconformist in
the grocery line so closely that you would be inclined
to bet ten to one he was accustomed to occupy the
pulpit of his local Bethel for the purpose of calling
Lord Beaconsfield a man of sin, and an immediate
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descendant of that lady whose character is intimated
by the vivid colour of her garments.
It is Tourneymeade's appearance, his bearing, his
behaviour, his manner of speaking, and his tone of
voice, which necessitate the application of the word
" swell ; " though I dislike slang, and should be glad to
find an appropriate term in purer Saxon.
Your first impression with regard to Tourneymeade,
if you did not know him, would be that he was not
quite awake.
His hair is light, his eyes blue, his moustache scant
and downy, although he is now, J suppose, some seven-
and-twenty years of age. His nose is delicately aqui-
line, and his peculiarity of expression is that his
eyes never seem entirely open : if a gun were suddenly
fired off close to his ear it would probably have no more
effect than to produce a mild inquiry as to what was the
row. On the whole he is rather good-looking, and ex-
tremely agreeable ; and this idea of him is not weakened
by the knowledge that he has an unencumbered income
of some ^45,000 a year, with expectations.
The first Lord was a distinguished politician, and
revived the extinct title of an ancestor on retiring from
an active j^osition in public life. His son also had a
reputation for talent ; and between them they appear to
have got through the allowance of intellect which had
been apportioned to last the family for some genera-
tions ; for the present bearer of the title has little wit,
and only shows occasional glimmerings of mental power
A " swell:' 75
in the raj)idity with which he calculates the odds, and
realises the chances of his betting-book.
Tourneymeade has rooms in the hotel of the county
town near to which are the headquarters of the Fallow-
field, and in November he takes up his residence there
with about a dozen hunters and a few hacks, a number
which is generally swelled before the season closes ; for
the noble baron is always ready to buy a horse, and is,
I fancy, a perfect annuity to some of his friends who
generally have a wonderful animal to sell; while for
various reasons, which may hereafter be hinted at, his
own stud does not last at all well. You would think
that hunting bored him very grievously if you were not
aware that he was at least equally bored, during' the
season, in his yacht, on the moors, after the merry little
brown birds which make September pleasant in the
country, and after the long-tailed heroes and the less
splendid heroines of October.
Tourneymeade is a patron of the drama, principally
of that variety which has been supplied of late by Mr.
John Hollingshead. He holds a decided opinion that
literature is in a bad way, because " some fellow ought
to write a book about that girl Farren," as he familiarly
calls the lady, and no fellow does ; while other fellows,
who are equally negligent, ought to write other books
about INIiss Vaughan and other damsels who are wont
to delight him. He has seen something about Mrs.
Siddons in a theatrical newspaper, and is jealous for the
reputations of those he admires, being strongly inclined
76 SKETCHES IN THE IIUNTIXG FIELD.
to hold, with regard to the great tragedienne, that, as he
once confided to me in a moment of languid enthusiasm.
Miss Farren " could give her fifty in a hundred and beat
her head off."
The more serious forms of the lyric drama do not win
Tourneymeade's admiration. He went to see an opera
last season without observing the name of the produc-
tion, and with but a very faint appreciation of the
plot. "There was a lot of dancing and some fights,
and a red beggar cutting about and doing tricks.
Then a fellow came on and sang a deuce of a lengthy
song to a house, and at last they all went to heaven
— singing all the time, you know — no one allowed to
speak a word." This opera we assumed was Faust
(although Tourneymeade appears to have been slightly
mistaken as to the ultimate destination to which the
hero is conducted), and when we pressed him for
details about the song he remembered, his criticism
much amused me.
" I liked that sort of ' View Holloa ' he gave," Tour-
neymeade replied, meaning the high C which occurs in
the aria. " Oh, yes, I liked that fellow. Good second
whip he'd make, wouldn't he ? Pretty voice to call
hounds out of covert." The notion struck us as
quaint.
It is principally in the hunting field, however, that
we have to deal with Tourneymeade, and when we take
an occasional turn with the Fallowfield, as some of us
do now and then when their meets are on our side of
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the country, he is seldom absent, and invariably profuse
in his offers of hospitality.
Tourneymeade is undoubtedly a good rider, at any
rate so far as getting safely over a country goes; though
of course his horses are all made hunters of high repu-
tation, and he rarely has more to do than sit down in
his saddle and trust to their discretion and knowledge
of their business.
The story goes that one day, when out on a raw
young Irish horse which had come from that island
with a great character, founded upon undiscernible
grounds, after several contentions, obstinately fought
out on both sides, as to the desirability of jumping
fences, Tourneymeade pulled up and dismounted, turned
the animal adrift with a cut of the whip, declaring that
it was less trouble to walk than ride a brute like that ;
and after sitting on a gate and smoking for a con-
siderable time, hoping that his second horseman would
bring him something to go home on, at least, if the
hounds were lost for the day, that he strolled towards
the nearest village where a fly was procurable, and went
back on wheels.
There is, I think, some consolation to poor men in
the reflection that two or three horses, bought with
deliberation and studied with patience, afford much
more genuine pleasure and amusement to their master,
who is proud of them, than such a man as Tourney-
meade can possibly derive from a large stud, the
individual members of which he only knows by name —
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when he remembers it. Tourneymeade certainly does
not recognise his own animals when he sees them, a
circumstance with which his stud groom is perfectly
well acquainted.
While we were chatting one day when I was out with
the Fallowfield a man rode up, a friend of Tourney-
meade, to inquire who that was on his chestnut mare.
" Which mare ? " Tourneymeade asked.
"Why the one I sold you last month. There she is ;
a fellow with a brown coat and leggings on her," he
answered ; " rum-looking little snob."
" Can't be mine," Tourneymeade said; " I wanted to
ride her to-day, and asked Plaits if she could come out,
but he said she was lame ; though I don't know how
the deuce she came so, for I haven't ridden her for
three weeks."
"Well, that's the mare I sold you, you may take your
oath," his friend continued.
" Looks like her, don't it ? But of course it can't be."
"All right, old fellow! I dare say it can't be — only
it is," the friend answered, riding off as he spoke.
" It can't be one of my fellows got up like that r
Besides, the mare's wrong," Tourneymeade observed, as
we two galloped off, for hounds were now running ; and
it did seem improbable that the odd-looking personage
on the handsome chestnut should be mounted from the
Tourneymeade stable.
His friend, however, whose curiosity was piqued, told
off his groom to keep an eye on the chestnut mare, and
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79
see where she went home to; and surely enough she
was ridden to a small public in the outskirts of the
town, where one of Mr. Plaits' boys was waiting for her,
and taking her from her rider, leisurely trotted home.
Plaits was accustomed, it subsequently appeared, to
let out his master'-s horses to his friends, in return for
services rendered, and to casual acquaintances who were
looked on as safe, at so much a day.
On a certain morning, too, Tourneymeade, happening
to go round to his stables — a very rare occurrence with
him — was somewhat surprised to see Mr. Plaits himself
ride into the yard on a horse which his master had been
hoping, by Mr. Plaits' kind permission, to ride himself
that day. The animal had every appearance of having
very recently, in ordinary phrase, been "done to a
turn," and Plaits was extremely surprised and annoyed
at seeing his master.
" Hullo, Plaits, what's up ? " Tourneymeade inquired,
as he looked at the horse's drooping head and foam-
flecked sides. " What's this ? Firefly, isn't it ? "
" He wanted a sweat, my lord," the groom somewhat
sulkily answered, " and I thought I'd better give it him
myself."
" By Jove ! he's had it, too, hasn't he ? Pretty hot, I
should fancy ! " Tourneymeade observed.
Neither he nor the owners of some half-dozen other
gallant steeds were acquainted with the fact that Plaits
and a few of his friends had that morning been running
off a catch-weight sweepstakes of ;^5 a head, and that
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Firefly, after a hard struggle, had been beaten half a
length. Thus it comes to pass that Tourneymeade has
usually found it necessary to augment his stud as the
season progressed, and that, in spite of the uncomplain-
ing manner in which he pays the huge bills so ingeni-
ously concocted by Mr. Plaits — about as big a rascal as
may be found in the three kingdoms — horses do not
thrive in his stable, and very rarely fetch half the
money he gave for them.
But scant justice would be done to Tourneymeade's
get-up by simply saying that it is invariably irre-
proachable.
The baronial legs, from a critical point of view, might
be called attenuated it one judged by a masculine
standard; but it is not sinew and muscle that the boot
and breeches makers want, and these professors find
scope for their highest efforts in Lord Tourneymeade.
Hat, neck-cloth, the neat little bow which fits in just
above his well-cleaned tops, are all the quintessence ot
" form ; " and however Plaits may rob his master, there
can be no question as to the manner in which he turns
out his horses.
A boy from the Tourneymeade stables is as sure to
understand his business as he is to understand the
tricks of the trade and to rob his master ; for Plaits has
the communistic view of equality, that so long as he has
the lion's share without interference, those who can may
pick up the bones.
What Tourneymeade wants is a wife, and he was very
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nearly being provided with that luxury last season ; but
if the young lady were anxious to marry him she spoilt
her chance, as many of us do spoil our chances, by
being too keen. It was for her sweet sake that he sat
out the opera aforesaid, and, being invited to Leicester-
shire, a too ardent mother thought proper to carry on
the campaign by sending her daughter, an admirable
rider, out hunting with the Fallowfield.
The enchantress, anxious to display her skill and
courage to the best advantage, jumped one or two
fences a length before Tourneymeade — too immediately
before him, in fact; for once, cutting in at the last
moment, his horse swerved, came down, and afforded
its noble owner an excellent view of four glittering
shoes passing within a few inches of his head.
" A deuced nice girl when she's sitting on a chair,"
is Tourneymeade's present verdict upon the charmer;
" but when she gets on a horse she baulks you at your
fences, and jumps on you when you are down."
And, on the whole, his equanimity was so seriously
disturbed by the young lady's exploits, that I fancy her
chance is over.
If he is not clever — and truth compels the statement
that he is not — Tourneymeade is generous, kind-
hearted, and thoroughly a gentleman. No doubt some
day he will marry a lady who is not an Amazon ; and,
if she be shrewd and sensible, Tourneymeade will make
an excellent country gentleman, and be a credit and
satisfaction to his county.
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IX.
AN M.F.H.— ANOTHER VARIETY.
In former pages the Marquis of Wiltshire has been
indistinctly sketched; and happy is the country ruled
over by such an M.F.H. But, as most people are
aware, there are other varieties of masters ; and in the
Fallowfield country they have some knowledge of the
less satisfactory sorts, the recollection of whom is very
much more amusing than were the actual experiences.
It will be generally admitted that if all of us only
spent what we could afford, money would not invariably
be invested as it is at present.
Charley Hieflight's stable of fourteen hunters would
be curtailed to very much more modest proportions, and
Willy Recknott's hunting would be confined to an occa-
sional mount on a friend's horse, and some three or four
turns during the season on a two-guinea hack-hunter
hired from the stable in the county town, whereas he
never has less than a couple of very likely animals in
whatever place he may be quartered ; and perhaps he
will pay all debts in connection with them some da)'-, if
he can. But while some men spend more than they can
afford, others spend less, and one of the latter kind was
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Scruton, who for one season ruled the destinies of the
Meadowmere.
The hunt had gradually fallen into a bad way. Sir
Henry Akerton, their former — and happily their present
— Master, had given up the hounds and gone to the
South of France. So much jealousy and wrangling
followed attempts to find a successor that they tried a
committee of management, which, while it circumscribed
the limits of angry discussions, decidedly intensified
their vehemence ; the result being that we had very
little hunting, and that little was of a very unsatis-
factory sort.
But the departure of one principal cause of discord,
and the death of another, smoothed matters to some
extent, and with a tolerable approach to unanimity it
was resolved to accept Scruton's offer to hunt three
days a week, with a guaranteed subscription, which he
undertook to supplement.
Now those who knew Scruton best had grave doubts
about his doing anything for the good of the county,
unless in the first and foremost place it specially re-
dounded to the good of that peculiar portion of it in
which Scruton himself was interested.
He was fond of hunting, and having a very com-
fortable little property, could well afford to gratify his
taste for sport. But he was no less fond of his money ;
and if he did not take the hounds in the hope of getting
his hunting for nothing, a serious injustice was done to
his character, for to this conclusion we speedily came.
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His stud consisted of a pair of carriage-horses, a
couple of fairly good old hunters, together with a pony
which was driven about all day long, with occasional
.periods of rest, which were not supposed to be inter-
rupted by such episodes as a trip to the post-office with
a boy on its back, or a gallop round the park with
Scruton, junior, in the saddle. These little excursions
were believed rather to freshen him up than otherwise,
and on his return it was considered that he was quite
ready to go in the trap again, when, with a shake of his
gallant little head, he boldly trotted off once more ; and
I may parenthetically add that Scruton's pony is by no
means the only little animal in the country that is
similarly treated, and does the work of about three
horses.
An augmented stud was, of course, necessary to begin
with, and it was found indispensable to fit out the hunt
servants afresh, concerning which Scruton hit upon a
most brilliant idea.
Being up in town, he went one evening with a friend
of dramatic tastes to one of the theatres where pieces
are mounted most luxuriously, and was much struck by
the handsomely furnished rooms wherein the action of
the play proceeded.
His companion assured him that the decorations of
these apartments were just what they seemed to be —
good things out of the best shops ; and this set Scruton
thinking. Before dinner he had, while glancing through
the paper, noticed an advertisement of the sale by
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auction of the scenery, dresses, and " properties " of an
opera company, and among the items he had observed
several huntsmen's costumes. Probably they would go
cheaply. With some alterations they could easily be
made to fit the huntsman and whips of the Meadow-
mere ; and from what Scruton saw upon the stage he
had no doubt they would be in all respects desirable
garments for the hunt.
The notion he at once propounded to his friend.
" I see there are a lot of huntsmen's costumes at that
sale next week. What sort of things would they be r "
he asked.
" Capital ! Just the thing for you, I should fancy, if
you want anything of that sort. The Dcr Freischiitz
dresses would suit you down to the ground, I should
think. Green tunics, broad leather belts — you would
not want the spears, of course — and yellow bucket boots.
They'd look awfully jolly on a horse — novel and out of
the ordinary run," his friend rejoined.
Scruton's hopes faded. His innocent companion, an
unadulterated cockney, had no idea of hunting attire,
and could not understand the sensation which would
have been created by the appearance of a huntsman and
two whips in green tights and bucket boots. Scruton,
rather scornfully, said this would not do.
"If you want the regular thing, have the suits out of
the Lily of Killarney," his friend suggested.
" What are they like ? " Scruton asked.
" O, Melton all over, I should say — ^just like the
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pictures you see, you know. Red coats, top-boots, knee-
breeches, and caps. They sing a chorus — * Yoicks !
tally-ho ! ' and that sort of thing — capital good chorus,"
his friend replied.
Scruton's hopes revived. These things would do, no
doubt, and before he returned home he commissioned
his friend to buy four of the complete suits if he could
get them under ten pounds.
Here was one difficulty solved, for tailors are so
cruelly expensive ; and on the afternoon of the day of
sale a telegram came down from London : — " Had to
take the whole lot. Sixteen suits ; but only gave fifteen
pounds. Coming down by train to-night."
Sixteen suits were no good ; but, on the other hand,
they were marvellously cheap, if anything like up to the
mark ; and, having seen the admirable manner in which
things were done on the London stage, of this Scruton
had no doubt.
Next morning a huge bundle was delivered together
with a letter. He opened the former first. There were
the coats, the breeches, and — what were these other
square surfaces of something like leather ? Scruton
turned to the letter. " I hope you have received the
hunting things all right, and that you like them. The
breeches are rather thin, but I dare say that doesn't
matter ; when you are tally-hoing 'cross country, you
keep yourselves pretty warm, I expect. The 'boots'
are not boots precisely, as you will see. The chorus
fasten these things — sort of leggings — round their legs,
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over their own boots. I don't suppose that will matter,
and I know they looked uncommonly well in the opera.
Write and say how they do. Yours always, Frank
Borders."
No. The boots were not " boots precisely," neither
w^ere the coats coats, nor the breeches breeches. These
latter were apparently of stout canvas, while the coats
were a thin species of serge or flannel, and the sort of
leggings were by no means adapted for rough work in
the open air, " uncommonly well " as they may have
looked on the stage. In fact, the whole bundle was
worth considerably less than the money to which it had
been run up by those who had no doubt observed that
an earnest outsider was bidding.
Scruton sorrowfully stowed away the obnoxious
parcel in a top room, and it w^as not till some time
afterwards that we heard particulars of his singular
purchase. There was nothing for it but to drive into
Meadton and perform the disagreeable operation of
throwing good money after bad by ordering suits in the
regular way.
Scruton then set seriously to work to economise in
horse-flesh, and by extra cunning reimburse himself for
the wasted fifteen pounds.
He possessed a fair knowledge of horses, and had he
gone to Tattersall's, prepared to give a moderate price,
would in all likelihood have picked up some beasts
worth their corn. But Scruton knew a dealer who
generally had something cheap in his stables ; and
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thither he proceeded in the vain hope that a 'cute and
experienced man who passed his life in buying and
selling horses would be beguiled into parting with
quadrupeds for less than their value by a person very
much less accustomed to such bargainings. It is not at
all difficult to get a horse at a low price ; but that this
is not necessarily a cheap horse many gentlemen have
before now discovered. In return for a cheque for not
much over a hundred pounds, Scruton became the
owner of four animals, for the arrival of which we
waited anxiously at the meet on the day appointed for
the beginning of the season.
Three of them duly appeared, one of the purchases,
described as a very good-looking chestnut mare, being
incapacitated ; her near fore-leg had filled after an
exercise canter on the Downs. Scruton himself was on
a decent sort of bay horse, far the best of the lot, for
which he had paid the, to him, large price of forty
pounds. Certainly it began to make a noise when we
got away and had crossed some three or four fields — a
noise suggesting to the hearer the wheezing of a con-
sumptive steam-engine ; but Scruton scorned the idea
that it w^as broken-winded.
" Some horses were like that," he very truly observed,
and it is only fair to the animal to add that, whatever
was the matter with him, he did not stop, but got
through a tolerable day's work.
The huntsman was oil another of the new ones, a
really handsome brown, more like a coach-horse than a
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hunter, but nevertheless good-looking. That there was
something wrong somewhere seemed more than pro-
bable, from the fact that he had only cost twenty-four
pounds ; but Scruton had a plausible proverb to the
effect that a good rider made a good horse, and took
him on the chance of the " something " being not be-
yond remedy.
He had trotted in fine style before Scruton bought
him, and this we soon found was his peculiarity.
Through the fence which bounded the covert when we
found the brown charged nobly, without an attempt at
rising, and off he went at a tremendously hard trot.
All endeavours to make him gallop were futile. If he
broke for a moment he speedily relapsed into his trot,
and after about ten minutes began to go very lame
indeed on his near fore-leg.
We subsequently found that he was the winner of
several trotting matches, and had broken down beyond
hope of more than a very temporary patching up. One
of Scruton's old horses was out for whoever wanted it
most, and the huntsman being transferred to him, the
big brown was led off limping piteously.
Our only Whip was on the third purchase, a very
mealy chestnut, which " tittuped " along like a rocking-
horse, requiring a great deal of coaxing at the smallest
fence, and kicked hard whenever it was touched with
whip or spur, without in the slightest mending its- pace.
The Whip was quite prevented from performing his
duties, never being able to get near the hounds, though
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the mealy chestnut placidly cantered along without any
sign of distress.
Hounds and horses alike fared badly under the
Scruton regime^ which came to an end with an early
close to the season.
Scruton was practically succeeded by a lady ; for
jDoor young Thynne, under the direction of a severe
mother, who insisted that his position in the county
required it, and that she was sure his uncle — Lord
Pytchley — would wish it, was reluctantly compelled to
take the hounds.
JMoney was no object, and Thynne, a feeble-minded,
weak-eyed, and generally limp young man, paid all
expenses. Thynne could ride a little, but hated the
whole business, though he had not much trouble, as his
mother kept a stern eye on the conduct of affairs. One
of her first proceedings was to send for Vale, the hunts-
man, and tell him that she " wished the foxes' skins to
be preserved." Poor Vale was aghast at the idea.
"How do you mean, ma'am? " he presently ventured
to ask.
" I wish them brought to me, always," she severely
rejoined.
" But, ma'am, I can't ! " poor Vale said,
" And why not, pray ? " she still more sternly desired to
know, probably supposing that the " foxes' skins" were
a perquisite which the huntsman unlawfully claimed.
" Hounds eat 'em, ma'am ! " Vale earnestly ex-
plained.
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" Surely the hounds do not eat the ski)is ? They do
not eat the faces — the masks, I am sure ! " said the
dowager.
"No, ma'am, I cut off the brush and mask and pads,
and the hounds have the rest — it's their due, ma'am ! "
poor Vale said, wondering what was coming next. The
dowager's fond anticipation of a carriage-rug, or what-
ever it was she desired, consequently vanished.
She kept up her control, however, to the best of her
ability, and was particularly severe when she heard of a
blank day.
" So you did not kill a fox yesterday. How was
that ? " she asked Vale, one day when Wynnerly and I
were calling at the Hall, and found him undergoing" his
periodical examination.
" No, ma'am. He went to ground in Mere Woods."
" Where is that ? " says Lady Thynne.
" By Bradwyn Hall — in the Fallowfield country,
ma'am."
" How did that happen r Could you not make the
hounds go more quickly ? " she inquires, as though
Vale were not nearly up to his work, and glancing
round at Wynnerly and myself as she speaks, as if to
assure us that she takes care of our interests, little as we
may think it. Poor Vale looks horrified, but is speech-
less, and receiving permission to go retires precipi-
tately. It need hardly be added that Sir Henry's
return was welcomed with enthusiasm.
X.
A WRANGLER.
As a very general rule, men who hunt are cheery and
good fellows.
Instances of jealousy, selfishness, and unkindness
may, of course, be found in the hunting field, as else-
where.
The strict order of precedence is not always observed
at gates and gaps, even though by cutting in out of turn
the pusher may run some risk of upsetting the horse
that was there first, to say nothing of its rider's temper.
One does not always experience vivid regret if a rival
gets put down without hurting himself; and sometimes
after a nasty spill, when the rider is more or less
doubled up, and the horse with flying reins and stirrups
is kicking up his heels in the distance, we are rather
too apt to conclude upon insufficient premises that the
victim is not really hurt, or that some friend will be sure
to look after him, instead of pulling up and seeing
whether we may not be of assistance.
Nevertheless I think it will not be disputed that there
are few exceptions to the general proposition laid down
above ; but of course one now and then does come across
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such exceptions, and the JMeadowmere Hunt can furnish
an example in the person of Captain Crookton, though
it must at once be said out of justice to him that his
surliness and ever ready criticisms of a condemnatory-
nature stop short at verbal utterances.
Nothing pleases the gallant Captain.
He dislikes the country, though he owns a fair slice
of it. The hounds are full of faults, the servants in-
efficient, the master self-willed and overbearing, the
fields either too numerous or else so scanty that the
Hunt must go to the dogs — which, bad as it is in every
respect, Crookton would apparently regard as a misfor-
tune— and even the foxes themselves, to pursue his
strictures to their logical conclusion, are disgracefully
ignorant of their business.
It need hardly be added that the weather very rarely
indeed meets with Captain Crookton's entire approba-
tion, but that, on the contrary, he is accustomed to
speak of the climate of his native land in objurgatory
terms, much more remarkable for their vigour than their
propriety.
If in the meteorological history of this island there
ever was a day that pleased the Captain, it was one
upon which we had not the pleasure of meeting him out
hunting. Nor is it only actual occurrences which offend
him. As a prophet of evil he holds high rank, and that
anything can be going on favourably in any way he
entirely disbelieves.
Jhere he is — the neatly dressed man with greyish
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whiskers — sitting by himself outside the covert, through
which the remainder of the Hunt are wending their
ways. Crookton is well mounted on a powerful iron
grey, well up to his weight, and is tugging savagely at
the reins to prevent the animal from following his
companions, as he is disposed to do.
On seeing that a general move was being made
through the covert, we mildly suggested that we had
" Better be getting on, perhaps r"
" What for ? " he asks, conteniDtuously. " There
never was a fox here, and there never will be. When I
see a rascal like that man of Hawley's leaning over a
gate," and he nodded towards a keeper, who was look-
ing on, *' I know what it means, well enough."
"But he says there was a fox this morning," some
one says.
" I dare say he does, and very likely there was this
morning, and he knows where it is now. No. I'm not
going on any such fool's errand. What Akerton ought
to have done, as I told him, was to go to the Red Down
Spinney. My man saw a fox there yesterday, and
though Oldham is a bigoted Tory ass, at least he has
the grace not to shoot foxes. You'd better go, if you
think it worth while. I shall wait till you come out."
We do think it worth while, and in we go. Before
Crookton has succeeded in convincing his horse that he
does not intend to follow into the covert a whimper
from Tuneable, quickly acknowledged by other hounds,
proclaims a find, and the fox breaks some hundred
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yards from where Crookton has placed himself — a great
deal better luck than he deserves.
" A mangy bagman, I'll bet a thousand to one.
Things were getting too scandalous there, and Hawley
thinks this will retrieve the character of the place,"
growls Crookton.
" Well, he's leading the hounds at a good pace, at
any rate," says Scatterly, as we gallop along full swing,
and to this undeniable proposition Crookton can only
reply with a grunt.
Into a covert with dense undergrowth the hounds
plunge, where for a time they seem at fault ; and Crook-
ton, after growing very angry at what he deemed the
imminent probability of the fox being " headed by some
confounded tailor," proceeds to anathematise his groom
for not putting on the bit he wanted to ride in, and to
complain angrily of the total incapacity of saddlers in
general, and the tradesman he honours with his patron-
age in particular, who is, beyond comparison, the
biggest ass that ever spoilt good leather. The hounds
stay for some time in the covert without hitting off the
scent, and Crookton knows why.
" Find the fox ? No ! They don't seem to, indeed,
and no wonder ! Akerton's not happy unless his
hounds are as fat as pigs. They don't want to run,
and couldn't if they did. Let the brutes lie down before
the fire and go to sleep, and they'd be happy," observes
the genial Captain.
" I really think they are treated very judiciously,"
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somebody ventures to say. *' Sir Henry takes enough
pains witli them, anyhow."
"A deuced sight too much pains. He's always try-
ing experiments with some new blood, and what's the
result ? All the old excellences of the pack are dis-
appearing, and we have a set of snipe-nosed brutes "
"That find foxes, anyhow, and run them pretty
hard ! " cries the defender, as he crashes through the
fence after the hounds, which are again in full cry down
the vale ; and we are spared the a.rgument that would
have resulted had anybody cared to take it up, as to
the good and bad points common to snipe-nosed
hounds.
On we go again, well in, it seems, for a fast thing,
and for some time Crookton can find nothing to com-
plain of except a clever bit of riding on the part of the
first whip, who neatly saves a fall over some awkward
rails, and draws from Crookton a muttered grumble to
the effect that Tom is a deuced deal too fond of steeple-
chasing, and if he thought more of his hounds and less
of showing off, he would be very much better suited for
his place.
*' Well ! If this is a bagman he's pretty fit to go ! "
Scatterly cries out, as his well-pumped horse bungles
over some low rails and nearly lands on his head, and
Crookton can only reply by a growl of disapprobation
at something indefinite — not the pace, unless he would,
like it slower.
But rest is at hand.
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We have all made up our minds that the fox is head-
ing for Oakley Heath, probably beguiling the weary
way with reflections on the comfortable and commo-
dious earths which he imagines are open, though we
know better. Suddenl}^, however, we bend away to the
right, and gradually come to a check. The fox appa-
rently knows the geography of the district better than
we do, and at last we are reluctantly forced to the con-
clusion that we have lost him ; whereat Crookton takes
up his parable against drunken rascals who pass their
days guzzling in public-houses, instead of attending to
their work, the culprit against whose especial head
maledictions are hurled being poor Bob Blake, the most
hard-working and sagacious of earth-stoppers.
Once, however, we got a glorious " rise " out of
Crookton, one that was well worth waiting for.
This was during the Scruton regime, when that quasi-
benevolent person, after having had very bad luck, as
he considered it, with the cheap screws he managed to
pick up in strange places, was making a last desperate
effort by the strictest economy to avert the horrid fate
of being out of pocket. Scruton had clearly imagined
that there must be a balance from the subscriptions
which would at least pay his average expenses, but this
now seemed improbable, and things were not only cut,
but absolutely shaved down, for the purpose of, if
possible, making both ends meet.
The Whip — we had only one — was mounted on a
melancholy little dingy bay, which had an extraordi-
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nary habit of "running" every now and then in the
midst of a gallop — not trotting or ambling, but simply
running with all four legs independent of each other;
and with disagreeable frequency he would land over a
jump on his knees, somewhat after the fashion of the
young people in circuses when they spring over what
I believe are known as " banners-."
Crookton observ'ed this one Thursday, when the old
horse was worse than usual, taking a run after eveiy
gallop of a dozen strides, and, despite all Tom's care,
toppling him over at two successive fences. These
were of course gay times for Crookton, who really
enjoyed himself; for not only were there plenty of legi-
timate pretexts for finding fault, but as a subscriber to
the Hunt he felt that he had an undeniable right to
express himself freel3\
" Look at that wretched screw to-day ! He'll break
Tom's neck if the lad doesn't take care, before the day's
over. I believe Scruton makes those brutes himself
out of broken-down clothes-horses. The lad can ride,
too, or could if he had a beast to carry him. I'll tell
you what I'll do. For the credit of the Hunt I'll get a
horse from my own man, and Tom may ride it till the
end of the season," the Captain exclaimed, and speedily
put his project into execution.
Tom was to go to Captain Crookton's private and
particular dealer, bearing a letter instructing him to
supply the best light-weight hunter he could part with
for eighty guineas. That was the Captain's way of
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doing business, and he found it answer; so Tom called
for the letter, and it was arranged that he should go
over the first day he could manage it, which would
probably be on the following Monday.
On the Saturday we were out again, and Tom, who
had abandoned the dingy bay, was on a chestnut mare,
another of Scruton's bargains apparently, for though
a very decent-looking beast, she refused persistently,
wheeling round and kicking at her fences.
" There's another of them ! " Crookton said, contemp-
tuously, as he watched the performance. " It's simply
disgraceful to send a servant out to do his work on such
a beast."
" Not a bad-looking sort," Wynnerly remarks, as we
stand in a group, watching Tom's efforts to get the
mare over the fence out of a covert which had been
drawn blank.
"I can't say I agree with you," the Captain answers ;
" she's one of those light, flashy beasts that never last
after Christmas, and are not fit to go half the days before.
Go to a decent man, pay a decent price, and you'll get
a decent horse — as you'll see on Tuesday, I hope.
Another awkward brute you've got there, Tom. Where
did she come from r " Crookton asks, as at length, with
a snort, the mare bounds over the fence.
" This is your new one, sir. I got over to fetch her
yesterday," Tom answers, touching his h^it. "Hadn't
time to bring her round to let you see her, sir, and
know'd you would be out to-day."
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I'm afraid we laughed ; the idea of Crookton so
angrily abusing his own horse from his own unexcep-
tionable dealer was too good to be resisted.
It is freezing hard now, and Crookton is beyond all
doubt girding bitterly at the abominable weather.
Soon it will thaw, and then he will come out, and growl
savagely at the heavy ploughs, and the rides through
the coverts knee-deep in mud. In fine, Crookton — a
generous, good-hearted fellow when it comes to the
point — is a very pronounced type of that strange class
of people who are never happy unless they have some-
thing to be miserable about.
XI.
AN AFTER-DINNER SPORTSMAN.
As a very general rule the less a man talks about his
own performances in the saddle the better for his own
reputation and the comfort of his friends.
There are, of course, exceptions to every rule ; as, for
example, Dick Christian, whose *' lecture," so full of
pleasant and unconscious egotism — as from its style it
needs must have been — is an abiding joy to all who
know the Midlands, either by experience or hearsay.
"The Druid" did good service when he interviewed the
gallant veteran, and obtained from him those stories
which he loved to repeat for the edification of a sympa-
thetic listener. The knowledge, too, that all the old
man's statements were strictly accurate lent a charm to
his narrative which all stories of sport certainly do not
possess ; as in the case of Herbert Fluffyer, who has
lately settled amongst us, and who goes wonderfully
straight and well after dinner, or even at breakfast,
especially after a glass of cura9oa and brandy, but who
does not appear to equal advantage when hounds are
running.
/'On their own merits modest men are dumb," has
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been said, and if men swagger, the inference may
generally be drawn that they are not modest, or that
their own merits are, for the most part, imaginary.
If we abstain from discussing ourselves, we may be
tolerably sure that our friends will discuss us. One
wag will suggest that we '' go straightest in a hansom
cab," and another will delicately, but decidedly, express
an opinion that we are not so good as we were ; and,
with a hint that we w^ere never worth much in our
best days, this will sum up the question with tolerable
conciseness.
Fluffyer differs from Mr. Checkley, who was intro-
duced at an early period of these sketches, because the
latter never says that he rides, while Fluffyer, with
considerable insoiiciamc, will describe most wonderful
feats which he has accomplished — in imagination.
Mr. Checkley would be glad to give you the impres-
sion that he goes like a bird, but has scruples of con-
science, or is wisely deterred by a dread of being found
out.
Fluffyer has no such fears, and gets out of the little
difficulties into which his fables lead him with, it must
be admitted, remarkable cleverness.
The first time I saw him I was riding with Wynnerly
across the country over which they had hunted the day
before — I had been away, and only just returned — and
noticed a dog-cart pull up at the gate of the field at
the far end of which we were. A man got down,
opened the gate, and walked slowly along the fence.
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"What's he doing?" I asked.
"I can't make out," Wynnerly said, looking care-
fully; 'and presently he exclaimed, "Why, its Fluffyer!"
" Who's he ? " I inquired.
"A wonderful good rider ; cuts us all down, and does
marvels."
"Really?" I ask, Wynnerly's tone having a shade
of sarcasm in it.
"Ask him, my dear fellow. He says so, and of
course he ought to know. What the deuce is he
at ? " Wynnerly inquired as we approached, and saw
Fluffyer draw from his pocket a little round silver con-
trivance about the size of a crown. " Come on ; we
shall have some fun ! " he said, as he rode up to the
mysterious Fluffyer.
" Good morning ! what's your little game out here
all by yourself? By the way, let me introduce my
friend. Mr. Rapier— l\Ir. Fluffyer."
" Good morning ! " Fluffyer answered. " I just came
to measure the jump that we crossed yesterday. I
don't think you came this way, did you ? I fancy I saw
you in the next field just before. My bay horse simply
flew over here, and I thought I would see what we
cleared."
"A very good way," Wynnerly declared, as grave
as a judge. "You measure it carefully, and then you
are satisfied."
"Quite so. Then there can be no doubt about it,''
Fluffyer answered.
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"Quite so," Wynnerly replied in turn, tliough not
perhaps in accents of pure conviction. " I was away to
the right there, in a much easier place."
Fluffyer smiled as if the easiest places to him were
what other people regard as yawners. " See here," he
went on, revealing the fact that the little silver machine
contained a yard measure ; " we took off at least five
feet from the fence, it's at least six feet through, that's
eleven ; the ditch is six — say seven — that's eighteen ;
and I'm sure we cleared it by four feet on the other
side — that's twenty-two. I should have thought it was
more."
"A very good jump, though. Not many of us would
have cared about it," Wynnerly hypocritically says ;
and Fluffyer, immensely delighted, answers, " Oh !
don't know. It isn't much ! "
" How do you account for being such a wonderful
good rider r " Wynnerly asks, while I look on in fear
lest even the weak-minded Fluffyer should see that he
is being chaffed ; but he accepts the little compliment
without the faintest suspicion,
" I don't think that I'm out of the way — far from it ;
that's to say of course I do ride. It's simply a question
of pluck, judgment, and experience. There's really
very little credit due to a man who goes straight, after
all. Pluck is a matter of constitution — it's born with
you — "
" Or it isn't," AVynnerly breaks in.
" Quite so. It's no credit to you if you have it, I
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mean. Then judgment is the result of experience, and,
of course, I've had a good deal of experience in hunting".
Well, good-bye, old man ; it's rather damp on the
grass, and I must be getting on. Good, morning,
Mr. Rapier. We shall meet to-morrow, I dare say?"
"Did he jump that fence?" I ask, as we canter
along.
"Jump it? No, not he. Scrambled through and got
over the ditch, and vows he flew the whole thing with a
few yards to spare. The queerest part of the business
is that he really believes what he tells you. A¥e shall
see him out to-morrow, but you won't see him jump
many big fences. I believe he left Staffordshire because
they chaffed him so, though I can't make out what they
said to him ; for he never seems to see the most out-
rageous joke at his own expense, just as he swallowed
what I said about his riding."
Next morning we met at the Cross Roads, and early
on the spot was Fluffyer, gorgeously arrayed in spotless
pink, the whitest of buckskin breeches, the shiniest of
boots with delicate cream-coloured tops, these latter
being shielded from splashes of mud by a species of
apron attached to leathern wings fastened to the
saddle on each side. He was mounted on a well-bred
brown mare, a likely-looking hunter of apparently a
very temperate disposition. We exchanged greetings,
and I made some complimentary remarks about his
mount.
" Yes," he admitted, with a thin assumption ot
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modesty, "she's a good old mare. Rather wild some-
times, and has some awkward tricks, but luckily I'm
used to her. Where are we going to draw r "
" That gorse," Downing answered. " It's a sure find,
and if we get away the other side of the common it's a
splendid country."
" Isn't the S.wish somewhere in that direction ? "
Scatterly asks. '* It's a l3ig brook we have to cross
sometimes — that is of course to say, if we can," he
explained for the edification of Fluffyer, who was new
to the country. " I hope you are on a good jumper ? "
" Pretty fair, thanks," Fluffyer replies, patting his
mare's neck ; and then, as a move is evidently about to
be made, removing the coverings w^hich have preserved
the spotlessness of his garments.
We skirt the gorse, from the other end of which a big
dog-fox presently steals away, and is half across the
next field before the hounds have hit off the scent.
Then, with a rush, the field is off after them, the first
fence being so very small and thin that no man shrinks
from making his way either over or through, and on
we tear, Fluffyer looking back and apparently wonder-
ing whether it would be worth while to measure his
jump. After this for some time I lose sight of him,
but at the first check he turns up, remarks with some
satisfaction that this is a good beginning, at any rate,
and asks if we saw him do the fence in the bottom.
I had happened to observe him at the spot in ques-
tion, and noticed that he trotted through without the
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necessity for anything in the shape of a jump ; but
concerning" this I held my peace.
" They're running, aren't they ? " Scatterly suddenly
asks, looking straight away over a sot of posts and
rails immediately in front of us. " Yes. Hold up ! " he
cries to his horse, as the animal stops and "slithers"
down to the rails with no attempt at jumping. AVheel-
ing round, he canters up to them again, but they are
a good deal stiffer than the horse cares about, though
the rider is willing enough, and another refusal is the
consequence.
" Give me a lead, somebody ! Wynnerly, your horse
is sure to go," the disconcerted one exclaims. But
Wynnerly winks slightly at me, and says, —
" I'm not so sure, he's rather a brute. Ah ! Fluffyer
will show us the way. Will you go r"
Fluffyer is not at all eager to do anything of the
sort ; but if he is not ready to jump rails he is quite
ready to explain the reason of his forbearance.
" My dear felloAV," he says, " if I were on any
other horse in my stable there's nothing I should like
better, but this mare won't rise an inch at timber.
It's her only fault. At water she's the best I ever
rode."
Wynnerly smiles, not altogether without derision ;
but Fluffyer does not see it, being occupied with the
recalcitrant mare.
"I suppose I must try, then," Wynnerly says, and
slips over with consummate ease ; while Scatterly's
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horse blunders and smashes the two top ones, without,
however, coming to grief.
*' Strange thing about the mare, that she won't rise at
timber, isn't it ? " Fiuffyer says, as we cross the next
field, feeling that some sort of excuse is necessary.
" She's so good and clever at everything else, but you
saw she didn't half like even that low rail that
Scatterly left unbroken ? They seem to be bearing
rather to the right, don't they ? Through that gate
is the quickest way, I fancy;" and he gallops off, right
away from the line, to escape the fence in front of
us, which the first flight are over and the second are
engaged upon.
Soon after we join again, and Wynnerly says, —
"Now you'll have a chance with your water-jumper,
Fiuffyer. We are going straight for the Swish, and
it's pretty big, too, after the rain."
"Where is it?" the after-dinner sportsman asks, not
exactly in eager tones.
" Straight ahead, in the field by the clump of trees
there," Wynnerly replies, and into the field we gallop,
numerous splashes showing where hounds are jumping
in. Sir Henry, the master, is in his usual place, well with
the hounds, and over it he goes in gallant style. Keen
as Wynnerly is he cannot resist the fun of chaffing
Fiuffyer, and he encourages him to the attempt.
" Go on, old man, and give us a good lead over! " he
cries ; and poor Fiuffyer, in a mortal funk, has no excuse
ready.
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" All right ! " he feebly answers, and goes towards
the water ; but his pace gradually decreases, and the
mare, feeling" that he does not mean it, comes to a stop
at the brink.
" Try again, she'll do it ! " Wynnerly shouts. Fluffyer,
however, shakes his head.
" No ! There must be something w-rong with her. I
felt her going queerly a little way back. I'm afraid
she's hurt herself; " whereupon he slips from the saddle
and begins to feel the mare's legs with an affectation of
deep anxiety. Wynnerly grins, and the next moment
is on the other side of the brook. Scatterly promptly
jumps into the middle, while Downing and some of the
more cautious spirits go along the bank to a ford, of
whose existence Fluffyer was unaware. His mare
evidently wanted to follow, but he was bound to keep
up the imposture, and actually led her across the field
in the opposite direction to that in which we were
going.
I am afraid that the events of the day gave no
opportunity for an entry in the book of big jumps.
XII.
THE DEALER.
Occasionally among the followers of the Meadow-
mere Hounds, with which I usually hunted, and more
often with a neighbouring pack which came within
reach of us at intervals, I was accustomed to notice a
stranger, whom I mentally called the JMajor, from his
close resemblance to a gallant officer whose name was
pretty generally known.
The Major appeared to be a reserved man. He never
accorded to me that cheery greeting which pursuers of
the same foxes soon came to exchange even without
having previously gone through the ceremony of a
formal introduction ; neither was he, as a rule, com-
municative to other members of the hunt, though at
times I observed him exchanging salutes with men as
they cantered past, his portion of the exchange consist-
ing of a military inclination of two fingers to the brim
of his hat.
The Major was somewhat tall — or looked so on his
horse — but slim in proportion, and rode well under
twelve stone. His whiskers were rigorously shaved off
in a line with the lobes of his ears ; a black double-
THE DEALER. iii
seamed coat, cord breeches, and butcher boots formed
his invariable attire ; but what chiefly attracted my
attention were the horses he rode and the manner in
which he rode them.
Almost always his mount was a young animal that
could certainly not have had much experience of the
chase, and seemed to be more than likely in the course
of a run to disconcert that perfect equanimity which was
the Major's most jDrominent characteristic.
So a casual observer would have supposed. But
though often excitable on first coming among the other
horses — or rather into their neighbourhood, for the
Major generally sat by himself a little apart from
groups of chatting and smoking sportsmen, attended
only by a servant — by some means the colt was speedily
reduced to placidity ; and when it came to running, the
manner in which the pair acquitted themselves was
delightful and withal marvellous to behold.
Between horse and rider, as between husband and
wife, the secret of travelling successfully over the
obstacles which mark alike the hunting field and the
matrimonial existence is only known to those who
understand each other ; and, indeed, chiefly consists of
that understanding.
By what subtle means the Major impressed upon a
four-year-old that he must not plunge and fight with his
rider at the covert-side I must regretfully confess my
ignorance, but this lesson he was certainly fortunate in
conveying. If I ride a young horse he bucks and kicks.
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or at any rate, as a very general rule, fidgets consider-
ably and uncomfortably when he joins his companions ;
and as the whimper which hints at a find swells into a
chorus of conviction, gives such tokens of exuberant
delight as efiectually prevent me from criticising with
Mr. Checkley the manner in which the hounds are
working.
There was no vulgar whipping, spurring, and shout-
ing on the Major's part when premonitory symptoms of
unruliness set in. His gentle admonitions were imper-
ceptibly conveyed ; and, reduced to perfect quietude, his
young horse appeared to share his rider's desire to get
away without any fuss or nonsense on a good line of his
own.
Evidently the INIajor preferred schooling young ones,
for his green-coated groom was invariably mounted on
a finished hunter, which always appeared to the best
advantage in his skilful hands. The Major's stud was
endless, and the number of young horses he had for his
own riding, and of made hunters for his groom or
grooms — sometimes there were two of them — would
apparently have filled the stables of the master of the
Meadowmere and of his two neighbouring brethren.
At times, moreover, the Major was accompanied by a
young lady, for whom, amongst his resources, he was
always able to find a mount whose appearance matched
her pretty face, and whose good qualities were abun-
dantly evident under the gentle but firm hands of its
accomplished mistress.
THE DEALER. 1 1 3
When the Major did get away, too, there was no
mistake about his style of going. His young horses
became possessed of a discretion beyond their years.
They neither refused their fences nor rushed them, but
slipped over, bringing their hind-legs well under them,
and, lighting on those agile and muscular limbs, were
well away on the other side, w^hile the rushers, who had
jumped at double the pace, were pulling themselves to-
gether, and getting into their stride again — if they found
their way safely over, as was not invariably the case.
My introduction to the Major was brought about
accidentally. A gate through which I was passing
swung back more rapidly than I expected, and missing
the push with my hunting-crop, that should have
warded off a collision, the lock caught my stirrup and
dragged it off. An attempt to fish it up without leaving
the saddle was unsuccessful, and I did not want to dis-
mount if it could be avoided, as that necessarily in-
volved mounting again, which is not a very easy cere-
mony to perform when your horse is restive and the
plough deep.
At this juncture, therefore, I was much gratified to
find that the Major had courteously slid from his saddle,
and with a most polite " Pray allow me, sir," handed
me up the leather and iron. His legs were longer than
mine, and his horse both quieter and lower, so that he
was again in his seat before I could utter a fitting ex-
pression of thanks and of shame to have given him so
much trouble ; to which civil speeches he made suitable
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response as we cantered on together towards where the
hounds had checked a couple of fields beyond.
If the Major had struck me as being reserved, he was un-
questionably most polite of speech, and as we proceeded
onward we naturally verged into the subject of horse-
flesh, which enabled me to pay a well- deserved compli-
ment to the four-year-old iron-grey horse he was riding.
"A good-looking young horse you are on to-day
— sir," I said, just stopping in time to avoid saying
" Major."
''Yes; I think he will grow into a serviceable animal,"
he replied, glancing as he spoke down the fence we were
approaching, and over which his groom, on a raking
chestnut mare, bounded in the most irreproachable
form. " My servant is on the pick of my stable this
morning," he continued ; " but I was anxious to see
what the young one was like."
It would only have been courteous, I thought, if the
Major had said something amiable about my horse, a
nearly thoroughbred bay, which came very near indeed to
my beajt ideal of a hunter ; and presently he did glance
over my steed, slightly — very slightly — contracting his
eyebrows as his eyes fell on the animal's near hind-
leg. I, too, had looked at that hock several times
before writing rather a stiff cheque. Was it just a
little full r and, if so, what could have caused it ?
Spavin is such an ugly word I did not like to think
of it, and had succeeded in persuading myself that it
was all right ; but the Major's glance falling just on
THE DEALER. 115
what had laboured under suspicion of being a weak
place was disquieting.
" A very useful little horse, that, sir, I should say —
especially when it isn't too heavy going ? " was his com-
mendation, and it sounded very like an adverse criticism.
"For a cramped country that is just the stamp of horse
I like."
Now we do not consider our country cramped ; the
adjective " useful " seemed to me to fall far short of my
steed's deserts, and the reservation about the too heavy
going, particularly when taken in conjunction with the
term " little," meant, if it meant anything, that the
animal was overweighted. In common with many of
my species, I entertain views as to the value of my own
opinion, as opposed to the opinions of the world in
general, which — well, which perhaps my friends don't
share with me. Still, the judgment of a man who rode
like the Major was not to be despised, and when I saw
his eye wander once more to that hind-leg I began to
feel doubts and dissatisfactions in striking contrast to
the sentiment of serene content I had experienced as I
rode that morning into the field.
" That black-and-white hound has it. No r Yes I "
he suddenly exclaimed, as a whimper half-way between
a query and an assertion drew affirmative responses
from the pack, and they crashed through a thorn fence.
" Surely that boy of mine doesn't mean to have those
rails ?" he cried, as the chestnut mare went straight for
some excessively ugly timber rather out of the line
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which led over the thinnish fence aforesaid. " He does,
though ! Splendidly done ! " he continued, as the mare
bounded over without suspicion of a touch.
" Yes," I replied ; " it must be a man's own fault if
he fails to keep his place on that mare, I should think.
Have you many up now ? " I asked, as we went smoothly
over the grass.
"Pretty full, just at present, sir, and I should be very
happy if you would come and look at them some day,"
he replied.
" You are very good, I'm sure, and I should be
delighted," I said, much pleased with my com-
panion's affability, and likewise at the prospect of
an afternoon's visit to such a stable as the INIajor's
must be.
" I sha'n't hunt on Friday, if you care to ride over,
sir ? " he rejoined, handing me a card ; and before I
could answer his invitation we approached another sec-
tion of the rails over which his mare had distinguished
herself. My perfect beast stopped dead at them, while
the Major, coming up on his young one a length behind,
shot over with considerable ease, just faintly tapping
the top with a fore-foot, but not enough to disconcert
horse or rider in the least.
A second attempt carried me over, or rather through,
for a broken rail was the consequence of an effort with
too much steam on, and at the next check, to which a
particularly dodgy fox speedily brought us, \ found
myself near a friend.
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"What a good fellow the Major seems," I remarked
to him, as that gallant officer landed in the field some
distance from us.
"Yes, don't he, charming — who are you talking
about ? " he replied.
" The man on the grey," I answered, pointing him
out.
" Why <■ the JMajor ' r " he asked. " I'm not aware that
he's a major, except in the sense of being an old soldier,
perhaps. That's Scratton the dealer."
" He talks like a gentleman," I said, looking at his
card which, sure enough, was inscribed " Mr. Scratton,
The Farm, Coverton." " Do you know him ? What sort
of a fellow is he ? " I asked my friend.
" Well, he's a horse-dealer," I was again informed.
" So you said ; but is he all right r "
" For a horse-dealer, I dare say he is," my friend drily
answered, evidently entertaining the common prejudice,
which may or may not be well founded, as to the in-
tegrity of the race.
On the Friday, however, I determined to ride over,
and, at any rate, have a look at what was to be seen at
The Farm ; and an hour's trot, with a gallop over
Coverton Common, brought me in sight of Scratton's
establishment — an old-fashioned, high-roofed, red-tiled
house, with what had been farm buildings, and were
no\y stables, stretching to the right and back.
In a field near the house some flights of hurdles had
been placed, over which Scratton was persuasively
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handing another of his young ones, while a boy on a
good-looking old hunter was standing by, ready, I sup-
posed, to give an occasional lead if necessary; and
beyond this field on the common I perceived lines of
fences of various sizes carefully made up and rendered
unfit for the use of casual passers-by who might be
inclined to jump, by chains fastened to posts about a
couple of yards on the landing side. My "Major"
dismounted as I rode up and saluted me in his accus-
tomed fashion, as a groom came forward to take my
horse.
"I trust you will permit me to offer you a little
luncheon, sir, after your ride ?" he courteously inquired,
leading the way to a parlour where a snowy cloth was
laid, and bright glasses and shining plate caught the
reflections of a comfortable fire. It was evidently his
role to play the host and not the horse-dealer ; and while
we discussed some excellent chops, the mealiest of
potatoes, the brightest of ale, and a glass of perfect dry
sherry, the subject of horse-flesh was not touched upon.
A cigar, which did no discredit to the luncheon, duly
followed; and then, as if making a casual suggestion
for the purpose of amusing a guest, and without the
faintest thought of trade, my host carelessly observed,
" Shall we look through the stables ? " to which, on my
acquiescing, he led the way.
If I were a horse I should wish no better fate than to
be quartered at Scratton's, at any rate so far as board
and lodging are concerned.
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Pleasantly warm, without being in the least close,
scrupulously clean and beautifully neat in those little
details which concern appearance as well as health and
comfort, Scratton's stables must have been a home
which their inmates quitted with regret ; for here the
happy mean was evidently reached, and the horses
neither suffered from the carelessness on the one hand,
nor the excessive pampering on the other, which bring
on so many of the complaints that equine flesh is
heir to.
Overfeeding, want of regular exercise, and the atmo-
sphere of a stable the temperature of a hothouse do
more damag"e than many kind masters imagine.
"Fine horse that!" I exclaimed, as a groom, at a
signal from his master, loosened the clothes on a big
thoroughbred-looking brown.
" He is indeed, sir ; almost the best horse in my
stable. He carried the Marquis of W so well
through the great run last season at Blackbrook that
the gentleman I bought him from wrote next morning
to offer 600 guineas. He was too much of a horse for
his new owner, however, and I was glad to give the
price for him. That's the mare my servant was on last
Tuesday ; I picked her up very cheap in Ireland at the
sale of Lord Wallaway's stud— ^200 — a great bargain
and a beautiful jumper ; do you care to try her over the
hurdles? Perhaps she's scarcely up to your weight,
sir," he continued, seeing that I hesitated, for though
disposed to buy a horse if I found one that I cared for,
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I was not inclined to deal for animals which had been
picked up cheaply for 600 guineas, or even ^200. Con-
sidering the expense of carriage from Ireland, keep, &c.,
and a reasonable profit for the dealer, which one could
not fairly refuse, the price would mount up speedil}^ to
considerable dimensions.
"That is a hack my daughter rides,"' he went on, as
we passed to the next stall, which contained a splendid
little bay mare, "and this is Gloucester; he runs in the
Grand Military next week, and will not be far from
winning, I imagine ; " and he pointed to the occupant of
a capacious loose box, a powerful black horse which put
back his ears and swished his tail as the door of his
residence was opened. " The iron-grey by the door is
a young one I rode last season, half-brother to the one
I was on last Tuesday; capital hunter, rising six."
" Does he jump ? " I ask.
" And gallop," he answered. *' Do you care to take
him round the training ground ? I can have it un-
chained in a moment."
"Just over the hurdles will do," I reply, not quite
caring about the unknown obstacles of what no doubt
seemed a moderate course to Scratton, but might have
had a different appearance to a stranger on a young
horse. A neatly-fitting saddle was on the grey's back
in a moment, and over the hurdles he certainly bounded
as if he liked nothing better.
Perhaps, as a short time afterwards we discussed
another glass of the sherry, Scratton painted the grey's
THE DEALER. 121
good qualities a little too brightly, and it would not be
correct to call him a cheap horse. To haggle \vith
Scratton is, however, impossible. You would lower
your own dignity, destroy the agreeable spirit of the
intercourse which has existed between you, hurt his
feelings, and not abate his price. Indeed, he would
not haggle, I am sure, though I do not speak from
experience.
He mentions the price of his horse, and you can take
it or leave it, as you please. He does not puff his
animals, though he may take the opportunity of drawing
your attention to the manner in which they are going
in the field with his servants on their backs ; which is
a perfectly legitimate proceeding. The fact of a horse
being in his stable is supposed to stamp it as sound
and serviceable, and just a little out of the common.
He does not, of course, depreciate his horses, and if you
ask straightforward questions he gives straightforward
answers : if he seemed to say a little too much in favour
of my grey, it was because 1 inquired into details.
He does not sell unsound horses — one simple reason
being that it would not pay him to do so. If I wanted
another horse I should go to Scratton, and the man who
wants a wife and succeeds in persuading Scratton's
daughter to accept the position, will, I should imagine,
marry a very good girl with a substantial dowry.
XIII.
THROWN OUT.
It is cold as we drive to the meet, bitterly and — for the
24th of March — cruelly cold. The wind whistles round
the turned-up collar of my great-coat, and has a most
offensive habit of finding its way through interstices.
The Huntsman of the famous pack we are going to meet
is driving, and even he finds it cold, though arrayed in
a huge fur coat, which makes him look like something
between a sheep and a bear ; and he shelters me some-
what from the nipping and eager air that cuts like a
knife, or I should be able to discuss frost-bites with
Major Burnaby from personal experience.
This is not the weather for sitting still outside a
covert, but that is an amusement in which we shall
scarcely be called upon to take part ; for there are foxes
about, and if any pack of hounds can find them it is that
which is going to try to-day.
" Looks like December, doesn't it ? " I growl to my
companion on the hind seat.
" Feels like it, by Jove ! " he answers, from the recesses
of a high collar which almost meets the brim of his
hat. But if tiiis be not the weather for driving it does
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not much matter, as driving is not the business of the
day.
Soon we begin to pass horsemen jogging along the
road, some of them servants with led horses ; and
rounding the next turning we see a group of horsemen
in blue coats relieved by buff, in black, in tweed, and
two or three in red to brighten the picture ; while several
horsewomen in picturesque habits add charming variety
to the scene.
" That's yours — the chestnut mare before the next
carriage there," says my host's son, as I laboriously
unload myself and doff the protecting great-coat. " I'm
sure you will like her," he continues, as the chestnut
mare is led up, and I notice that with the thoughtful
kindness which my friend inherits he has remembered
my preference for a padded saddle, and substituted one
for the plain flaps almost invariably used in the stables
here.
Poor Whyte-Melville was eloquent in favour of plain
flaps, and they are doubtless most comfortable and
convenient to those accustomed to them ; but to men
who are used to padded saddles, the substitution of the
unpadded flaps makes the rider wonder where he is
going to on the other side of even a moderate jump.
On the chestnut mare's easy saddle I am soon seated,
and gladly accept the suggestion of a gallop round a
big grass-field to set the blood in brisk circulation.
Eagerly the mare springs forward, and I at once
experience the delights of a perfect mount. The free
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and bounding stride is so smooth and easy, she skims
the inequalities of the field so gently, plays with her
bit so good-temperedly, and answers every touch of
the rein so willingly — altogether a hunter in a thou-
sand.
The exercise restores the healthy glow to a half-frozen
body. Plngers may still be cold, but on such a glorious
mare as this he must indeed be an ungracious churl who
would find fault with wind, weather, or any sublunary
ills ; and besides, in advance of us trot eighteen couple
of hounds. The Huntsman has abandoned the thick
furs for the glories of green and gold, and down the
lane we merrily trot with a joyful expectation of what
is to come.
The hounds turn in at a gate and trot gaily towards a
covert to the left ; the Master, some half-dozen horsemen
with him, follows a little way and checks his horse,
while the bulk of us wait for what is going to happen
next. And we have not to wait long. The Master
takes his horse by the head and gallops on in answer to
the halloa which has rung through the keen, shar]3 air ;
some of the field crash through the hedge, others crowd
through the gate, and we are away with a vengeance at
a rattling pace. The ' story of a fox lying out in the
hedge was true enough, and if he proposes to lie out in
a hedge any more — or elsewhere, for the matter of that
— he must run for it to-day.
Away we stream over the pastures and over a ploughed
field by way of a change, my enthusiasm for the mare
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increasing at every stride. We are in a big meadow
now, and surely as the field approach the middle of it
there is some sort of break in the even pace of the
horses. A brook ? Yes. As we come nearer I see it,
and the next moment we are on the other side. Had I
not seen it I should hardly have known that we had
crossed it at all, with such slight exertion does the mare
bound over.
On we go, the field now breaking into two divisions,
one making for the gate to the right, and the other
steaming away straight ahead. What shall we do r
The fence is the most direct way, and on such a mare
there is no excuse for hesitation. To it we come. A
couple of men fly it ; another jumps short — his horse
catches his fore-legs in the ditch and turns over. Our
turn now ! Here is an easy place, let us see how Village
Lass will manage it.
On to the bank she lightly S23rings and simply glides
over the ditch on the other side. It is just like handing
a lady out of a carriage — no more fuss or exertion, and
she shakes her little head as she gallops over the field
beyond. These are, indeed, moments to live for, car-
ried on such a mare across such a country ; for that she
will go all day, and like it the better the farther she
goes, I' have been assured on the most unimpeachable
authority.
A slight check gives us time to appreciate the plea-
sures of the moment more fully, and down a lane, fresh
stoned in the cartruts, we trot.
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" How do you like the mare ? " asks my host's son,
and before I have time to frame a sentence, a movement
in front shows that something is up. Tlie hounds have
hit it off again, and through the gateway opposite to
which we have just arrived we all stream ; for the stone
wall here is too high and forbidding even for the careless
ones.
What is the matter with the mare ? She certainly
goes very lame indeed on her near fore-leg — a stone, no
doubt, out of that lane ; unlucky enough at such a
moment, but it is fortunate at least that I happened to
bring to-day a stout, serviceable, hunting-crop with an
iron handle, instead of the more smart and very much
less useful silver one I sometimes carry.
The mare knows why I have left my saddle, and holds
up the lame foot, from which I speedily detach the small
rock she was carrying, and though she stands quietly
enough, it is necessary to turn her about to get a little
advantage in the ground before I am again in my seat.
There is a covert ahead, round the left of which the'
last of my detachment is just disappearing, and I pause
for a moment to consider. The field seemed to be going
away to the right, and if I go too I shall in all probability
get ahead of my late companions, so I set the mare going
and gallop along the fence, intending to skirt the" covert
to join in ; but here, at any rate, it is plain why the
knowing ones went the other way. An impenetrable
fence with a ditch towards me most effectually bars the
way, and so to the right again I turn, and trot along to
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find a way through. There is a stream, evidently ford-
able, by the marks of many horses' hoofs, and Village
Lass paddles through, landing again in a spreading
meadow.
I look to the left, and see nothing ; to the right, ex-
pecting and finding the same result. Where are the
hounds, and where the field r A couple of rustics are
looking hard ; one is pointing off in the distance, and to
them I gallop.
" Seen the hounds ? " I ask.
" No, sir ; but we seen the fox ! " one of them replies.
" He come out by that there oak-tree, run along the
ditch, and jumped out by that bush, and went across
the corner of the field along that hedge, sir. Fine big
fox he was, too," both of them declare in breathless
haste.
"A dog-fox, was he r " I ask.
" I don't know, sir — warn't near enough to see ; but
he was a rare big 'un," the first speaker replies. And
so I sit still, expecting every moment to hear the voices
of the hounds, and the familiar sound of their passage
through the crackling undergrowth.
The rustics continue their way, leaving me alone,
waiting and listening. Where are the hounds ? I wonder,
and the query is unsatisfied. Where on earth are those
hounds r Nothing happens to inform me. Where the
deuce can those hounds have got to r I presently feel
justified in inquiring, while the mare pricks her ears as
if she would help if she could, but cannot.
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]\Iy friends possibly saw a fox, but not the one that
was being hunted.
On ahead, or back the way I came and after the last
men I saw ?
Back seems safest, perhaps, as I have no certain
knowledge of the direction the others took ; and back I
go, across the stream, cut the corner of the field, round
the corner, and see — nothing ! A man ploughing in the
distance with a span of oxen apparently, and no other
living creatures in the landscape except a couple of
rooks. Yet there is ? Yes ! A man in the middle of
the next field, pointing at something straight before him
for the edification, so far as I can see, of no one in
particular.
Up to him I canter, and as we approach pull up sud-
denly with, I fear, a not altogether moral exclamation.
The man is a scarecroiv^ and knows precisely as much
about the hounds as I do myself. The ploughman may
possibly be better informed, and to him I go next.
" Seen the hounds ? " I ask.
" I see 'em one day last week, sir ; I ain't seen *em
since," he answers quite seriously, for I look sharply at
him to see whether there be any humour lurking under
his stolid countenance. Suddenly, moreover, it strikes
me that it is uncommonly cold, a fact which I had lately
forgotten ; and in what direction to jog in order to find
my friends I have no vestige of an idea. The whole hunt
has passed away like a dissolving view.
On I trotted, straight forward, and for a long time
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met no one. At length a labourer, with a bundle of
faggots on his shoulder, came in sight, but " Noa, sur,"
was his answer to my question whether he had seen
the hounds. This was some guide, but a very small
one, and turning a little aside from the way he had
come we trotted on until we reached the high road.
" Seen the hounds ? " I asked the driver ot a waggon,
and the irritating answer, "Noa, sur," came out once
again. There in a field to the left are some men, and
up to them I ride and put my question.
"Noa, sur; but I seen a fox. He came out of that
withy bed,' and run across the field," one of them an-
swered ; but I have no intention of going on a solitary
expedition in search of a fox, and once more pursue my
lonely way. A big town is not far in front ; into this
and over a bridge we go, and then into the country
beyond. Possibly we may be more lucky this side of
the river.
" Seen the hounds ? " I once more ask a labourer.
" Oi bleeve ounds goa up sheepen ood," he answers.
" What do you say, my man r " I ask in a friendly
way, for there may be some information under this
mystic utterance.
"Oi bleeve ounds goa up sheepen ood way a," he
answers slowly, and I feel that a continuance of the
conversation can be hardly productive of any beneficial
results.
"Ah! yes, thank you," I answer, and go on my
unenlightened way.
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At any rate he did not say " Noa, sur," and that was
something, so with hope faintly reillumined I trot on
down the road. A waggoner is coming towards me.
" Seen the hounds ? " I ask.
" Noa, sur," he returns, and the faint hope is again
extinguished. In front, however, I see a farmer who
has just come out of a field into the road, and to him I
put the too familiar question.
" I heard them just now, sir. They've gone on to
Shipton Wood," he says.
"Thank you!" I return heartily. "Whereabouts is
that r "
"That big wood 3'ou see over there, sir," he answers.
" If you go down the road for about half a mile, you will
find a lane leading to it." And with another " Thank
you very much," away I trot once more. There is the
lane, surely enough ; in fact there are two lanes, and
which did he mean r Both lead to gates into fields, and
either seems equally direct to the wood.
This one to the right is perhaps the best, and though
the gate will not open, a convenient gap lets me through.
But the other side of the field there is a big, thick, black
bullfinch, and much as I desire to be the other side of
the fence, I do not propose to reach it by the rash ex-
pedient of jumping. No horse, unless he was a cannon-
ball— to paraphrase Sir Boyle's unconscious witticism —
could make certain of arriving, and altogether it seems
we have taken the wrong road.
But stay ! Surely to the right there, a horn is sound-
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ing ? I can see nothing, but can hear it plainly enough ;
there it is again, so after it let us go. On we canter to
a farm on the rising ground, and from a yard behind it
comes the sound I have mistaken for a horn, apparently
an unconcerted piece of music rendered by the animals.
Certainly there is nothing in the shape of a hound,
much less of a huntsman, and I am about to turn once
again to the path to ShiptonWood — that, I now suspect,
was what my incoherent rustic friend was driving at —
when I actually do see a horseman descending the slope
before me.
At last ! It is four o'clock I see by my watch, but
there is yet time for the long-deferred gallop, and the
mare has had so little real work, that there is no need
to seek my second horse ; besides, I long to feel her
striding away beneath me once again. The stranger
approaches — a groom he seems to be : second horseman,
probably.
" Where are the hounds \ " I inquire, with a smile ot
anticipation.
"Haven't come across them, sir," he answers. " I've
ridden from Newton, and didn't pass them on the
road ; " and with a touch of the hat he goes on his
way.
The best thing to be done is to try Shipton Wood,
and back I go down the green lane, and along the
course indicated by the farmer. There is a line of
gates, and in this country gates are easily opened ; so
one side of the wood is soon reached. Horses have
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been here recently, it is clear by their footprints, and
down I trot to the banks of a pond — a veritable lake —
which separates me from the covert. On both sides of
me are impenetrable fences ; before me is the water, and
there is nothing for it but to turn and retrace my way.
When at last I reached Shipton Wood — to make a
long story short — there is no trace of man, horse, or
hound, and it is more than half-past four, I was
thrown out at about half-past twelve — rather earlier
than later — and ever since have been in search of the
hunt. Clearly the best thing to do now is to go home,
and I ask the first man I meet how far it is to my
destination.
" About eight miles, sir," he says ; and I trot on for
some twenty minutes, and ask once more if this is the
way. It is. " And how far ? " " Rather better than
eight miles, sir," is the answer. On again for a long
trot, and another inquiry.
"About five miles, sir," I am now told, and after
riding some distance farther and asking again, am told
that it is " nigh upon six." Elastic as the road may be,
it is straight, so on we pound for nearly an hour, when
I once more inquire.
" You should have turned down to the left more than
a mile back, sir," I am informed by the girl whose
assistance I have now sought ; and when at length I
get into the park, and have lost my way again, the
house appears in sight, and I gallop down a grassy
avenue to the stables.
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In a huge easy-chair, by a comfortable fire, I recover
my temper somewhat, and strive to believe that the
future has in store many, or at least several, of such
days as I have missed ; and the immediate prospect of
an excellent dinner after a hard day's work reconciles
me to inquiries as to " wherever I could have got to ? "
and " whatever I could have been doing r "
"We've had such a charming day — no standing
about, galloping all the time," an enthusiastic young
lady, who has held her own upon a '* gallant grey,"
informs me.
Good and bad luck come in something like sand-
wiches in this possibly wicked, but not altogether un-
pleasant, world ; and I console myself with the reflec-
tion that fate owes me a good gallop, to compensate for
the day when I was Thrown Out.
March 24, 1 879.
XIV.
A GENTLEWOMAN.
The discussion as to whether or not ladies ought to hunt
is answered by Crookton in an angry negative ; and
when the remembrance of Miss Kitty Trewson's latest
exploits is fresh the balance of opinion strongly sup-
ports the Captain's views. But, on some one asking
whether he would prevent Miss Earle from enjoying
her favourite spore, Crookton growls out that the excep-
tion proves the rule ; that, he admits, is quite a different
thing, for even he is not insensible to the charm of her
presence.
During the season marked by Miss Kitty's first
achievements Florence Earle and her mother were
away — wintering in the south of France ; but the elder
lady's health revived, and the old Manor House on the
Hill, at the bottom of which is the Cross Roads, our
favourite meet, is happily again tenanted.
The idea of Florence Earle hunting struck Miss Kitty
as extremely funny. " She does not look much like it,"
the volatile young lady observed on hearing that Miss
Earle was expected. " I've seen her driving about to old
women's cottages in a basket-carriage with a blind pony.
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That seems more like what you call her ' form.' Can
she ride?"
" Oh, yes ! " Wynnerly answers, " she rides." And
his face suggests that he could say a great deal more
if he chose.
"She does not look as if she could say *Bo' to a
goose," the young lady remarked.
" Don't you give her the chance. Miss Kitty," is the
somewhat vague repartee of a cavalier in attendance,
who has just come from town, where he has presumably
undergone a course of modern comedy.
All this is at the meet one December morning, and
Miss Kitty's blue nose and purple cheeks show that the
wind is keen. We are walking along the lane towards
the covert that is to be drawn first, and some way ahead,
in the midst of the throng, surely enough some one
espies Miss Earle on a chestnut mare that has often
distinguished herself with these hounds.
I despair of picturing Florence Earle in words. Her
face would be rather beautiful than pretty but for the
look of gentle kindness which is its chief character-
istic, and a simplicity of expression altogether remote
from the haughtiness which seems to be suggested by
the word "beauty." A slight flush is on her cheeks, but
the wintry wind does not appear to affect her, and there
are no signs of that highly coloured rawness which is
so decidedly perceptible in Miss Kitty. Looking at
Florence Earle as she sits at once so firmly and so
lightly on her mare, which seems so proud of her burden
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— the phrase is conventional, but it is strictly true, and is
there not reason to suppose that the creature is as proud
as she looks ? — an impartial observer who knew what
horsemanship is (the phrase scarcely includes poor Kitty)
would assuredly not say that the blind pony was ^' more
like what you call her ' form.' " Sir Henry Akerton rides
by her side, and looks down from the back of his great
brown horse with evident admiration at his companion,
as she acknowledges with a kind smile the salutations
and congratulations of those who know her, as they pass
near. Anything more completely removed from the
hunting lady (whom Mr. Boucicault so stupidly carica-
tured under the title of Lady Gay Spanker) cannot be
imagined. It was perhaps, after all, excusable that
Miss Kitty should have made her error, though when it
comes to galloping all possibility of mistake at once
vanishes.
The hounds find at once this morning, and all but the
most arrant of gate hunters turn sharp round to the
right, and cross the thin hedge and narrow ditch which
separates them from the field where the pack is running.
But the next obstacle is of a different sort. A thick,
ugly-looking hedge — so ugly and blind that a stiff stile
seems preferable — and over this Bill Heigh, the hunts-
man, gets fairly well ; a well-known steeplechase jockey
flies it after him ; Scatterly hits it hard, and gets across
with a clatter ; Wynnerly, riding a young one, is turned
completely over, an occurrence which does not seem to
disconcert him in the least, for in a very few seconds the
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young one is on his legs and Wynnerly is in the saddle.
A hard-riding farmer does it neatly enough, but Miss
Kitty, who has seen Wynnerly's cropper, checks her
horse and turns to the left, where a long string of men
are crossing a gap some two hundred yards away.
Here comes Florence Earle. The chestnut mare has
reached at her bit a little at starting, but the girl's light
hand has quieted her exuberance ; and at a steady gal-
lop, diminishing to a quiet canter, the pair approach.
If Wynnerly's young one had gone like this they would
have had a better chance. Instead of moderating its
speed, the four-year-old had got out of hand, and, with
the impetuosity of youth, gone at the timber racing pace,
with, if not the inevitable, the most probable, conse-
quences. Miss Earle's well-trained hunter knows her
duty thoroughly, decreases the stroke of her canter, and,
with an ease which seems nothing short of marvellous,
springs lightly over the stiff bars. For the moment you
wonder what there was in that little jump to turn Wyn-
nerly over, to cause Scatterly to make all the fuss about
it, and to stop nearly all the field. Here, however,
comes Downing on a well-known steeplechaser, which
refuses the first time, and only just manages it with
obvious effort on a second attempt, and it evidently is
not a simple matter to get over it. I confess to never
having even thought of attempting it.
" What a beautiful horse ! " Miss Kitty says, a little
ungenerously.
"And what a beautiful rider!" some one answers;
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to which Miss Trewson, feeling much smaller than she
did when discussing Florence Earle in connection with
the basket-carriage and the blind pony, says, " Yes,"
without any very great display of enthusiasm.
The entire absence of anything like effort is the
peculiarity of Florence Earle's riding. Four times out
of five she will finish among the first rank, and though
the other horses (second horses some of them), and men
too, often show strong symptoms of the joace, she is
invariably as calm and self-possessed as when sitting
quietly at the meet. A light w^eight may aid, no doubt ;
and, perhaps, another reason is that when one of her
favourites exhibits signs of weariness she is always
ready to stop ; but this only partially explains the
secret.
For the sport itself, the hunting of foxes, I am afraid
it must be confessed, to the disgust of sportsmen, that
Florence Earle cares nothing. When the hounds run
into their fox she turns round and trots away ; and that
she would infinitely prefer a run without even the pros-
pect of a kill I am certain. How does a girl like this
defend her participation in such a sport ? may be asked,
and cannot be answered, for this is a sketch and not a
moral essay.
I never knew the imperturbable Wynnerly speak
enthusiastically on any subject but that of Florence
Earle, and for her, words cannot describe his admiration.
She rides well, and that, of course, wins one who is so
devoted to horses and all belonging to them ; but it is
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her courage, generosity, and kindness which rouse him
from his usual condition of -insouciance to a state of the
most fervent enthusiasm.
One day it appears, in the course of a run, Florence
Earle and Wynnerly came to a fence almost side by
side, and rose at it simultaneously. Wynnerly got over,
and, glancing towards his companion, was alarmed to
see her horse, a new one that had gone clumsily before,
struggling to its legs, and its rider on the ground. He
pulled up, caught the horse, and returned to the spot
where Florence Earle had just made an ineffectual effort
to rise.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Wynnerly. How kind of
you to stop ; but pray do not lose your place," she said
as he helped her up.
" You are hurt, I am afraid. Miss Earle ?" he inquired.
" Not at all, thank you/' she replied, supporting her-
self against her horse. " My horse slipped on landing,
but there's no harm done. I shall be so much grieved
if I keep you — do pray ride on."
Just then her servant came up, and she continued her
persuasions to Wynnerly not to lose his day on her
account. He, however, persisting that she was hurt,
presently found that she had broken her collar-bone and
sprained her ankle.
" In pain as she was," Wynnerly told us, " she thought
a great deal more about my losing a day's hunting than
her own injuries. We helped her into the saddle, and
walked slowly homeward. It was all through the blun-
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dering of the beast she was riding that she got hurt ;
and what do you think she did ? Leaned over and patted
the clumsy brute s neck. Leave her ? I'd ratlier have
given up hunting for ever. Somehow or other it's very-
odd I always feel bad and good at the same time when
I'm with her. She's the most splendid girl in the
world ! "
XV.
A HUNTSMAN.
That it is a rare and extraordinary occurrence to meet
an entirely liappy and contented man is a proposition
which few will be inclined to dispute.
Which of us has his heart's desire, or, having it,
is satisfied ? the greatest of moralists has asked, and
experience daily proves the truth of the reflection. If
we only came into possession of that estate ; if our
horse only won his race and landed the gorgeous odds ;
if Matilda would only beatify us with her sweet
consent !
The estate becomes yours, and you are bored to
death by duties and annoyances arising from it : that
endless lawsuit about a couple of worthless fields — you
must go through with it, for you won't be swindled —
that question of common right, the grossness or snob-
bishness of all the neighbours within reach, are a few
of the matters that daily cause you trouble and anxiety.
The horse wins his race : you decide on one final
plunge with the proceeds, and lose it all ; while as for
Matilda, well, there is no denying that Matilda has the
deuce of a temper.
14 2 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
Of a little child in the innocence of early days I
wrote some years ago : —
" You do not know how oft we find
The sourest fruit 'neath fahest rind,
How oft no longer lingers
The bloom of joys that please the eye
Than colours on the butterfly,
When touched by careless fingers."
And even at an advanced age we are slow to learn the
lesson.
It is therefore as pleasant as it is rare to discover a
man who has won the prize he sought, and finds that
it realises his expectations ; and such an one is Bill
Heigh, the Huntsman of the Meadowmere hounds.
Bill is a good deal older than myself, and the history
of his early life comes to me at second hand ; but
I think it is quite a little idyl of the hunting field.
I have never heard the proverb applied to huntsmen,
but am strongly of opinion that voiator iiascitur non fit
is as true as the more familiar saying.
Bill Heigh was bred to be a gardener, and from his
training and associations should have known more of
hollyhocks than of hounds, less of foxes than of
fuchsias, and have had a more comprehensive acquaint-
ance with vegetables than with view holloas.
Bill's father was head-gardener to Sir Henry Akerton,
our M.F.H., and in the ordinary course of events Bill
would have succeeded in due time. A conscientious
boy, he performed the tasks that were set him ; but his
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thoughts were in the kennels and the stables, and every
spare moment he could find was sjDent in hovering
around these most delightful precincts ; while with
every cur in the village he was on the most confidential
terms. Of the puppies at walk he knew as much as
Sir Henry or the Huntsman himself, and on hunting
days, if he could contrive to make a holiday, it was
spent in seeing as much of the sport as sturdy young
legs, stout lungs, and an instinctive eye for a country,
rendered possible.
His father was a little dismayed, though of course at
the Hall hunting was the principal occupation, and
absolutely to discourage a love for it would have been
out of the question on the part of any one who served
• Sir Henry. Young Bill, moreover, was a good lad, a
favourite with everybody; so that if his natural long-
ings were not encouraged they were not checked.
The Hall is some five or six miles from the post town,
and it was the custom to send the bag every night by
a groom to post, as by this arrangement letters could
be sent some hour or more later than they must have
gone had they been carried by the itinerant postman.
Bill had occasionally found means of getting a ride, and
when he was about fourteen he had an excellent oppor-
tunity of acquiring the rudiments of horsemanship in
the best possible way.
The groom whose duty it was to take the post-bag
found metal very much more attractive in the opposite
direction. Some four miles from the Hall was — and is
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— a popular tavern much affected by youths from
Brookley's training stables, from Scratton the dealer's,
&:c., and to ride off here and have a pint of ale and a
chat about races to come was much better fun than
carrying the letters to the post.
But the letters had to be taken of course, and Bill
was always ready to take them. His only means of
locomotion was a certain pony. Kicking Peggy by
name, an unamiable beast that lived at the tarm, and
was accustomed to drag a mowing machine about the
lawn, to run in a trap for odd jobs, and was not only
quite unaccustomed, but entirely indisposed, to carry
anybody on her back. A bridle was obtainable, but no
saddle was to be had, and on Kicking Peggy's bare
back — with intervals when he could not manage to
retain that precarious position — Bill made an almost
nightly journey to the town. Once or twice Peggy got
away during the trip, after depositing her rider in a ditch
or on the road, and had it not been for a convenient lift
in a passing trap Sir Henrj^'s letters would have been
late for the post.
On Kicking Peggy, however, young Bill learnt very
thoroughly the difficult art of sitting tight, and after a
few expeditions, even if when the start took place
some mischievously jocular friend touched the pony up
with a whip and sent her kicking and plunging down
the road. Bill kept his seat.
In time he acquired quite a reputation for his skill,
and with many attempts was at times successful in
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persuading Peggy to jump small fences. Young
Brookley one day let Bill have the glorious treat of a
gallop on the Downs, and for the first time he felt the
supreme pleasure of being borne over the grass on the
back of a thoroughbred horse. If his father would only
have let him take service in the training stables, so that
he might ride every day, his cup of happiness would
have been full ; but for a gardener he was at this time
destined, and he knew that to suggest anything else
would be not only futile but would give his father pain.
After the thoroughbred's stride Peggy seemed to go
absurdly short, but Peggy was better than nothing, and
it was owing to her that Bill came to enjoy the happiest
day of his life — a gallop after the hounds on a good
horse. Farmer Maizeley — young Maizeley in those days
— was driving along the road when he came upon Bill
trying to persuade Peggy to jump a low rail and ditch.
It was in the afternoon, and the hounds having just
crossed the road, Bill was suddenly fired with ambition
to see some of the sport otherwise than on his legs.
Peggy had done it before, but on this occasion was in
one of her tantrums, stopped short at the rail, and
amply justified her sponsors by kicking her hardest.
Maizeley pulled up to see the fun, watched the unwilling
steed refuse, and noted how patient but persistent, firm
but gentle, the boy was.
" She's not what you'd call a well-trained hunter, that
pony. Bill ? " Maizeley said, chaffingly : there is no story
he so loves to tell as how he made Bill a huntsman.
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" No, and she's particular troublesome to-day ; but
she'll do it presently," Bill answered, giving his mount
just a tap with his ash stick to remind her that there
were other means of persuasion available.
" Not that time, my boy — well saved, though ! " he
exclaimed, as the pony stopped short once more with a
heave of the hind-quarters that almost shot Bill over
her head ; and then an idea struck the kind-hearted
farmer.
" How would you like a ride with the hounds on a
real 'un some day ? I owe you a turn. Master Bill, for
catching my horse the other day," asked INIaizeley.
The idea was too splendid for belief, and the boy
trotted up to the cart to look in Maizeley's face and see
whether he really meant it. Evidently he did.
" Oh ! I should so like it ! Could you let me have
one ? " he answered.
" You come round on Tuesday at half-past ten, and
we'll see," Maizeley replied, as pleased with the pleasure
he was giving as the boy himself, whose " Thank you,
Mr. Maizeley," was sincere and fervent. Then once
more he turned Peggy to her jump, and this time she
bounded over, gave a couple of kicks the other side, and
galloped off over the field.
The eventful Tuesday arrived and Maizeley had not
forgotten, as Bill, in his intense anxiety, had thought he
possibly would do.
" You shall have the young chestnut mare, Bill ; it'll
be a holiday for her to carry you," his friend said, and
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Bill was soon installed in the unwonted luxury of a
saddle. He was, of course, perfectly well known in the
field, and perhaps did not feel quite at ease as he
splashed down a muddy lane, past his old foot-com-
panions, a few village boys, an assistant earth-stopper,
and a once well-known whip who had lost place after
place through a drunken disposition, and now, attired
in a weather-stained pink, earned occasional sixpences
and shillings by opening gates, breaking down rails or
removing binders for timid sportsmen, holding horses,
and sometimes catching a loose one.
Sir Henry, riding by, nods to INIaizeley, looks at Bill
on his steed, asks the young farmer if that isn't his
mare, and tells him to see that the boy doesn't hurt
himself; for Bill's exploits are not known beyond the
lower grades in the stable and about the home farm.
As sometimes happens, there was on this day a good
deal of unproductive riding to and fro, and the best part
of an hour had been thus passed before hounds got
away on a hot scent. The chestnut mare could go, and
after his experience on Kicking Peggy Bill found sit-
ting on her a remarkably pleasant and simple matter.
The ease with which the pair of them flew a high post
and rail that set more than the best half of the field
astonished Sir Henry.
" Just look at thcit boy on Maizeley's chestnut. He
jumped the rails cleaner than anybody. It can't be the
lad that's always running after the hounds r " a friend
asked.
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** It is. It's my gardener's son, though where he
learnt to ride like that I can't say," Sir Henry
answered.
But the Master was soon to be more astonished
still.
The hounds checked. They had apparently overrun
the scent. Marigold feathered down by the side of a
ditch to the right, reluctant to leave, when the second
whip drove her on to a holloa in the opposite direction,
and presently from the covert where the pack had gone
a hound spoke.
" Marigold was quite right, I'm sure," Bill said to his
friend. " Countess has hit off the vixen that lies there."
Sir Henry overheard the remark.
"What do you say, my boy?" he asked; and Bill,
blushing deeply, replied, as " Hark to Countess ! "
resounded from the covert, —
" I said, sir, that Marigold was right. It's the
same fox that was lost last week, and I saw him come
out of the ditch when you had gone to draw the Red
Down Spinney. There's a vixen lying in that covert,
and Countess very likely spoke to that ;" and Bill touched
his cap.
" How do you know it was Countess ? Can you tell the
hounds' voices ? What was that ? " Sir Henry asked.
"That's Sweetheart, I think, sir, — and that's Patience,
I'm sure," Bill answered.
Sir Henry looked round silently at a group of his
friends, and in a moment, drawing his horn, said, —
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"Well, my boy, we'll see whether you are right.
You've got Marigold on your side, apparently ; " and
making a cast a couple of hundred yards down the ditch
indicated, out jumped the fox, sufficiently refreshed to
go hard and fast for a rattling twenty minutes.
That glorious day decided Bill's career. After supper
there came a summons from Sir Henry, who wanted
to see Bill's father, and the old man came back after
visiting the Hall, not exactly pleased nor precisely in a
bad humour.
" The master wants to see you in the morning at ten
o'clock. Bill. I shall never make a gardener of you I'm
afraid ! " he said, shaking his head with, nevertheless,
a sort of pride in his son, who was a sharp, clever lad.
Sir Henry had declared, though Heigh, senior, felt that
the sharpness was wrongly directed.
It is hardly necessary to say that next morning Bill
was punctual ; indeed, he was about the stables and
shrubberies a good three hours before the time ap-
pointed. What could his master want to say to him ?
and what did his father's speech about never making a
gardener of him mean ? As ten o'clock struck, Bill
made his way to the servants' hall to find some one who
would tell Sir Henry that he was there ; and three
minutes afterwards he found himself in the study,
where, at a writing-table by the window, was seated the
greatest man in all the world, according to Bill's ideas.
" How old are you, William Heigh ? " Sir Henry
besran.
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" Sixteen, sir," Bill answered.
" And you are going to be a gardener ? " Sir Henry
continued.
" Yes, sir," Bill replied, not quite so readily, for his
eyes fell upon a rack in the corner where several
hunting-crops were laid, and on the chimney-piece was
a pair of spurs. The sight of these delightful imple-
ments, joined with a recollection of spades, rakes, and
watering-pots drew forth an irrepressible sigh.
*' I am afraid you'll make a very poor gardener if you
pass all your time in running after my hounds."
" Yes, sir ; but it's only now and then, and I'm so
fond of them, sir, and " Bill's apologies died away.
"Where did you learn to ride. Heigh?" Sir Henry
asked.
" I've ridden Kicking Peggy a good deal, sir, she's a
pony — and she kicks," Bill stammered.
" Doesn't she kick you off? "
" Yes, sir ; but — I — get on again," Bill humbly
replied, and a smile stole over Sir Henry's features.
"Well, William, your father seems to be afraid that
you don't care much for his business, but he gives you
a good character, and I have sent for you to ask whether
you would like to come into my stables ? "
Poor happy Bill paused before he could speak. Was
this a blissful dream, and would he be awakened in a
minute or two by paternal instructions to go and help
Johnson hoe something, take some bulbs to Smith, and
then weed the path in the west walk ?
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No ! It was all true enough. Dazed as he was, that
must, he surely felt, be Sir Henry telling him that if
he is industrious and straightforward, civil to his com-
panions, and kind to his horses, he will be sure to get
on. Bill tries to express his gratitude and to promise
to do his very best. An interval of delirium, in which
tailors, boots, and breeches play a prominent part,
supervenes. Monday morning sees Bill installed as
second horseman, and Tuesday sees the beginning of
his duties.
His early training and experience stood him in
admirable stead. To a light weight and skill in the
saddle he united, as before said, an instinctive know-
ledge of the fox's line, and as a second horseman Bill
was little short of perfect. When a vacancy for a
second whip occurred, however, Sir Henry felt bound to
advance a good servant, and Bill — who, we may be sure,
had meantime seen as much of his four-legged friends
in the kennels as he possibly could — became officially
connected with them. Bill had never before talked
to hounds — that is to say, talked aloud — and a new
qualification for success in his profession was now
discovered — a rich and musical voice.
Further promotion fell to Bill some two seasons after-
wards, and though it by no means follows that a good
First Whip will make a good Huntsman, after passing
five or six years as First Whip Bill attained the summit
of his ambition, and was elevated to the rank he had
always so eagerly desired.
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While the Whip is the stern schoolmaster, the Hunts-
man is the friend and companion of his hounds ; but
Bill's temper was always kind and gentle, and he had
never failed to retain the affection of his charges as well
as to insure obedience.
To the abstruse question of breeding hounds Bill
Heigh devotes himself with untiring diligence, and his
excellent judgment in this matter is, of course, the
foundation of his success as a Huntsman. Another
secret is that he " does not worry his hounds w^hen they
are doing their business." His patience is inexhaustible.
'' I let them think it out for themselves, and don't
interfere until they ask me. If they give it up it's my
turn to try," he says.
He invariably knows, too, what hounds are doing,
being thoroughly acquainted with the dispositions and
tempers of all his charges.
Oftener than most people suppose a hound pretends
to be very busy when he is doing nothing, but Bill is
never deceived in these cases. He knows which to
trust and when to trust him. In every pack there are
hounds with different special qualifications — some patient
and plodding, slow and sure ; others brilliant and dash-
ing ; some that will gaily race away, trusting, as it
were, to the rest, and only desiring to be well ahead ;
and others that want to make certain before all things
that they are right, and that the fox is in front of them.
Bill's ear and eye never seem to deceive him, and he
can in fact trust to either.
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When hounds throw up, Bill's recipe is to ask him-
self what he would have done if he had been a fox ; and
the manner in which he appears to enter into the
arguments and calculations of the cunning animal are
nothing short of marvellous.
Beckford declares that a second-rate Huntsman and a
first-rate First Whip are more likely to afford sport than
if their measures of ability were reversed ; but I think
an acquaintance with Bill Heigh would have altered his
opinion.
On two occasions Bill and his hounds lost the same
fox in the same place. The scent was hot as far as the
high road, across which hounds dashed at right angles
and threw up in the field beyond. Bill was puzzled, and
the second time cast all about in every direction with
the utmost patience and care before he would give up.
A third time we got away, evidently with our old friend,
and were taken over precisely the same line to the same
spot. But Bill had kept his attention fixed on Sweet-
heart, knowing that he could trust her implicitly ; and
she would acknowledge it no farther than the side of
the road to which we came first. This was just by a
pound, walled in except at its opening, facing the high
road, w^here was the railed entrance. To this corner,
between the tree and the wall, Sweetheart returned
twice.
" He's gone along the top of the wall, sir," Bill
exclaimed.
"I don't fancy so, really," Sir Henry answered.
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shaking his head. " He could not have jumped up, if
he could have travelled along that thin rail."
" Sweetheart says so, sir," Bill replied. " He's run
up that tree, jumped on to the branch, and then on to
the wall."
The thing seemed impossible, lor, though the fox
might have got on the branch, it appeared quite out of
the question that he could have jumped a good eight
feet on to the w^all in such a way that the impetus would
not have carried him over on the other side; and the
rail he must have crossed, if Bill were right, was a piece
of timber with the top at an acute angle.
Sweetheart, however, stuck to her post at the foot of
the tree, running to and fro between that and the corner
of the wall, and a few of her friends returned to see w-hat
she had to say. Bill lifted her up, and she ran along
the top speaking to it vociferously, but stopped at the
rail as if wondering how to get across. Bill solved the
difficulty by lifting her over, and on the other side she
went on till, some few yards beyond on a branch of an
ivy-covered oak-tree, the fox was seen peering down.
To understand how utterly improbable Bill's idea
seemed to be, the nature of the place and the position of
the high wall and tree must be realised, and it vastly
astonished all who were up at the time.
I have no story to tell about Bill Heigh on one point
concerning which there are many current anecdotes of
huntsmen. I do not know that he ever directed an
insolent witticism at any gentlemen out with his
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master's hounds. There are no tales of " what Bill Heigh
said to that fellow on the brown mare," or " how he
shut up young Blank."
Now and again he has to make a request to some
troublesome members of the Hunt, or more likely to
some stranger from town ; but though perhaps his
equable temper may be tried at times, he is always
respectful and polite.
He married pretty Polly Maizeley, the younger sister
of his early friend, and there is a sturdy little Bill, junior,
some four years old, who toddles about after his sire,
and when the sire is away from home may generally be
found in intimate companionship v/ith some wise old
hound or frolicsome puppy by the fireside in winter, and
on the doorstep of Bill's neat little cottage in warm
weather.
In time he will doubtless succeed his father : such at
least is Bill Heigh's aspiration. It is the general
opinion that little Bill is a genuine chip of the old
block ; and so there is every reason to hope that for
many years to come the Meadowmere Hounds will be
provided with a Huntsman.
XVI.
THE FIRST MEET OF THE S HOUNDS.
" See you on Thursday, sir r " has for the last fortnight
been the usual greeting of friendly farmers as they passed
one on the road, and, as the updrawing of my blind
awakens me, I soon recollect that the eventful Thursday
has arrived, and that the hounds are to meet for the first
time this season. " It is our opening day," as the band
of merry outlaws sing in Guy Alannering ; and already,
as I dress, occasional glimpses of pink coats, with
bobbing backs of darker hue, are visible from my
window through the trees which partially hide the
road. These are the early birds from a distance, bound
for breakfast at the Manor House, and are anxious,
those of them who are limited in the matter of horse-
flesh, to give their animals a rest before beginning the
business of the day ; feeling sure on their own accounts
that at the hospitable table of the popular master the
interval can be passed pleasantly enough.
How lovingly one's breeches seem to cling around
one's knees, without crease or wrinkle ; and how firmly
braced up one feels in the double-seamed black coat !
In short, how extremely satisfactory is the world from
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every possible point of view when one's favourite sport
again comes into season, and there is a particularly
excellent prospect of the first of many good runs.
Breakfast is dispatched with one eye on the plate and
the other on the drive in front of the house, to note the
earliest appearance of the little iron-grey colt, that
seemed at the end of last season to take so kindly to
his business, and will, it is the unanimous opinion of
his many friends and acquaintances, distinguish himself
greatly now that he has come to maturity, and now that
judicious schooling has taught him the shortest and
easiest way over a fence, and has succeeded in con-
vincing him that he is not a competitor in a high-
jumping contest, as he appeared at first to believe was
the case.
Heralded by the jingling of his curb, here he comes,
and my pink-coated companion joins with me in ad-
miration of the well-shaped frame, sturdy, yet not
heavy, with those muscular second thighs, upon which
so much depends towards the close of a hard day ; and
powerful shoulders, which do not belie their apparent
capacity for getting through the dirt. I think it is
"Scrutator" — it can hardly be Major Whyte-Melville,
for his horses were invariably of a more fashionable
stamp — who vows that one of the best horses he ever
rode had crooked fore-legs and no shoulders, but mus-
cular hind-quarters, with tremendous ribs and loins ;
so that in fact his fore-quarters acted simply as
pioneers. It may be that the propelling power of a
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horse lies behind the shoulders, but none the less the
animal in question was an exception, and without good
shoulders a horse can hardly make a good hunter.
By the time we reach the high road the stream of
horsemen is thickening, and under the oaks in the
Manor park a little throng of farmers has already
assembled, chatting gaily and doing justice to the
contents of well-filled trays thoughtfully provided for
those who do not accept the general invitation to
breakfast. Neatly attired grooms are leading their
charges to and fro, and on the steps of the house the
master stands, amidst a little booted and spurred group
who have made way for hungry late-comers, pressing
all and sundry to enter and join the party at the table,
who, unless a glance through the window conveys a
singularly incorrect impression, are having a merry
time of it.
The old butler knows our weakness, and confidently
whispering that he has " got some of that sherry up "
forthwith proceeds to fetch a sensible-sized bumper for
myself and friend, together with a third for the Major,
one of the pillars of this hunt, who has a keen apprecia-
tion of that most excellent vintage.
Fresh additions to the company are constantly arriv-
ing. Here comes young Laceby's drag, somewhat
feebly handled by that young gentleman himself, who
is ardently wishing that he dared give his off leader
what that too excitable animal richly deserves ; only
that he is painfully uncertain as to what might happen
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in the course of the next two minutes. The noble steed
has never taken quite kindly to harness, and knows
very well what ail this gathering under the trees is
about; but beyond an entirely ineffectual "Who-a!
will you ! " — which he clearly won't till some one gets
down and holds his head — Laceby does not venture
to go.
Here is the doctor, who, of course, is greeted with the
set jokes as to the object of his arrival which are com-
monly fired off when his fraternity appear in the hunt-
ing field ; and here, in the neatest of all possible pony
phaetons, is the Lady Bountiful of our district, driven
by her pretty daughter, who has a smile and a pleasant
word for all who ride up to shake the kindest and
prettiest little hand in all the south country.
Away to the right there is evidently something up.
It is the pack approaching ; and soon, with waving
sterns and upturned faces, seventeen couples of as well-
shaped hounds as are to be found in England, that is to
say in the world — so, at least, every member of our
Hunt will strenuously maintain, and readily answer any
criticism which the envious may adduce — are gathered
round their master's horse.
We who implicitly believe in our master, especially
when aided by the advice of the Major and a few chosen
friends, together with such servants as those at our
kennels, knowing how many critical examination da5's
there have been on the flags and at walk, to say
nothing of a course of cub-hunting, have every confi-
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dence that the apprentices in the new entry will sustain
the reputation of their seniors.
That yelp came from poor Trinket, who cannot be
persuaded of the folly of lingering behind, and, to judge
from her solemn face, seriously pondering over private
family affairs when she ought to be attending to her
public duties. Trinket is an excellent hound when
once she sets herself to her task, but her meditative dis-
position is apt to get her into trouble. Another crack
of the whip reminds a young hound that the present is
not a favourable moment for either quarrelling or lark-
ing with his companions, and one or two other little
matters having been adjusted the move takes place.
A wave of the huntsman's arm sends the obedient
pack into the covert which adjoins the park; the more
excitable horses curvet and shake their heads, eager to
be off, while the more sedate and sensible reserve their
energies, listening with pricked ears for the music they
know and love so well ; while the hounds spread them-
selves and draw eagerly for their prey. Now and then
comes a whimper, but it dies away ; and as we skirt the
covert-side nothing more is heard save now and again
the voice of the huntsman or of a whip encouraging or
rating his hounds.
On we go, the little grey horse playing with his bit,
but always acknowledging a restraining touch when
excitement half induces him to forget himself. The
park gates are reached and the leaders turn into a ride
beyond, along which we follow. Now and then a hound
THE FIRST MEET OF THE S HOUNDS. i6i
crosses the path and again plunges into the underwood,
but still there is no sign of a fox, and when we emerge
and regain the open, most of the pack are surrounding
the huntsman and looking inquiringly up for further
orders. The sun shines with rather more brightness
than is exactly welcome under the circumstances,
though still we hope for the best, and console ourselves
with the reflection that as there is no fox here there is
all the more probability that we shall find one else-
where— a comforting thought which will always keep
up the spirits of any one who cannot find the fox, the
fur, or the feathers that he is seeking. Across the field,
however, is a covert which has rarely been drawn
blank, and for this we make, to the great delight of the
horses, who are for a couple of minutes indulged in a
modified edition of the gallop for which they have been
longing.
A too adventurous youth on a mealy chestnut rides
quite unnecessarily at some posts and rails, over which
he is promptly deposited on his back ; and Laceby and
his horse thereupon fall out on the question of whether
or not they could do it better if they tried, the horse
being anxious to give proof that it is just the sort of
jump he is especially good at, while Laceby is more
than willing to take his ability for granted and post-
pone timber jumping sine die. Leaving this ambitious
youth, who is much more at home in the City than in
the saddle, to soothe his animal with a canter round the
field — a mode of progression which has a good deal
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more of the "buck" about it than the rider likes — we
thread our way down a brambly slope, over a broken
hedge into a terribly sloshy ride, with mud up to the
horses' fetlocks, until coming to firmer ground we pause
to see what can be brought forth here. Yes ! half a
dozen hounds simultaneously give tongue, and we press
forward to the field beyond us, while down a side path
trots the huntsman with his hounds streaming to him.
" Keep back, gentlemen, please ! " he cries, more
from force of habit than from necessity, for the couple
of dozen of us who are at this point press back into
the fence, lest by any chance we should head the fox.
" Together on ! together on ! " cries our friend, and
there — yes ! — surely that is the fox stealing down the
hedge-row ! Now is the time to press on hats, feel the
stirrups, and carefully run one's fingers through the
reins. The welcome cry of the hounds rings out, and the
little iron-grey rears up in his anxiety to be off. With
keen ears we listen for the " Forrard ! " " Forrard ! "
" Gone away ! " but to the general distress the voices of
the hounds gradually die out, and we are left lamenting.
A couple of cock pheasants fly over our heads as if in
mockery of their enemies' dismay, the rest of the field
ride up, to find that we have not got the start of them
as they evidently feared, and, with rather blank faces,
master and huntsman take council together as to the
next move. "The sun's against us," the Major admits,
as we canter off once again, but still it can hardly be
sufficiently hot to dry scent up entirely, and the day is
THE FIRST MEET OF THE S HOUNDS. 165
still young, though so far near upon two hours have
passed without results.
The hounds dash into covert again, not one of our
well-bred beauties taking the least notice of a fright-
ened hare which runs within half a dozen yards of the
foremost, and again we skirt the fence, listening for the
desired chorus.
Flasks and sandwich-cases are now produced, and
cigars are rather the rule than the exception. Not
without misgiving we look to our oracle, the Major; for
if his cigar-case comes out, and one of his precious
Celestiales is lighted, we understand that in the opinion
of a very competent judge there will be nothing to
prevent him from enjoying it to the end.
" It's very tiresome ! " pouts an impatient young lady,
as we all continue with ears astretch ; but even to oblige
a good-looking young girl a fox will not always come
out and afford a run.
" How beautiful the beech-woods are at this time of
year," I remark, pointing down the vale over one of the
most picturesque landscapes our country possesses ; but
she is not to be consoled by beech-trees, though their
leaves may exhibit all the colours of the rainbow in
perfect harmony.
"Yes, I know," this unaisthetic young person rejoins;
"but I can see lots of beech-trees at home, and I think
it's very disappointing what's that ? " she breaks off
suddenly, and it is soon evident that " that " is what we
have been waiting for.
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Marigold has hit off a hot scent, the burst of music
rom the pack leaves little doubt about it, and the first
whip's " Gone away ! " with that wild and jubilant
scream which is not to be put down on paper, leaves
none at all. There he goes, out of the ditch, through
the fence, and up the slight ascent on the other side,
and as the last hounds leap out of the covert we merrily
start across the grass. With what a firm and blithe-
some stride the little iron-grey lifts himself over the
grass, and how cleverly he gathers himself up, after just
a hint from the reins, for the fence before us — a set of
lowish rails with a hedge just rising above them.
Unnecessary jumping is, of course, at all times to be
condemned and avoided, and there is an open gate
twenty yards to the left ; but it would be too cruel to
baulk the eager horse's desire, and without perceptible
effort he bounds over, landing in a wet plough, through
which he would go at racing pace were he not steadied.
The first fence has stopped no one, and, indeed, hardly
could have done so, seeing that there was the open gate
for choice. In a compact body the hunt crosses the
plough, and in the pack there is not a straggler. A
thin fence into the meadow beyond hardly causes the
horses to rise, and we can form a shrewd notion of the
sensations experienced by the rhymer who sang with
such enthusiastic delight of the joys of
"A quick thiity minutes from Banksborough Gorse."
Even so far, however, some of the field have disap-
peared, notably the two light weights on weedy
THE FIRST MEET OF THE S HOUNDS. 165
thorouglibreds, who are wasting their time in the
utterly hopeless endeavour of obtaining from the Master
a hunter's qualification for horses which have not been
legitimately hunted. Their crocks might just as well
have been in the stable for all the good they have done
to-day in this direction, and if other Masters were
equally firm something which bears a very close
resemblance to an impudent swindle might be pre-
vented.
But familiar faces are here in a little knot as we
speed over a big clover field, and the horseman ahead
of us all, "and in very dangerous proximity to the
hounds, is Laceby ; though it is only fair to him to
admit that circumstances over which he has no control
— a pulling horse and a want of knowledge how to ride
him — have him in complete subjection.
The Master, on a splendid bay with black points,
holds his own with the utmost ease ; the impatient
young lady is in the seventh heaven of delight as the
footstrokes of her shapely little chestnut mare thud on
the turf; of course the Major is in his usual position,
for though his old hunter has small pretensions to
breeding or beauty, and does not look particularly like
jumping or galloping, it must be indeed a hard day
when it does not keep its place in the van, or at any
rate turn up, sometimes from unsuspected quarters, at
critical moments.
But are we really in for a run, or is disappointment
to be still our lot ?
1 66 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
A sudden swerve to the right heads us straight for a
well-known covert, wherein more than once before a
run has come to a sudden and inglorious conclusion;
and with much anxiety, together with not a little dis-
content, we canter along the furrows or close to the
hedge in the mangold field through which hounds are
running. Hounds disappear, and apprehensively we
canter onward, but are mightily relieved when with a
loud burst, as though they had all viewed him at the
same second, they speed on again across a pasture
bordered by the Downs, and, topping or scrambling
through the hedge, stream up the steep hill-side.
Easing our horses all we can up the ascent, we follow,
and, with much care and encourag^ement from voice
and hand, we descend. The fox turns off diagonally,
and now we know pretty well the earths for which he is
heading.
The bottom of the hill is happily reached, though the
field now presents a long tail, and those who have not
husbanded their resources up the ascent and over the
plough discover, especially if they have been larking
before the find, and galloping too recklessly to and fro,
that they will have to do all they know, and in many
cases more than that, to keep their places. Laceby's
horse has distressed itself — to say nothing of having
very seriously distressed him — and, swerving at a fence
just by a gate, topples clumsily over the latter, upon
which safe eminence the rider presently ensconces
himself, after having carefully examined his arms and
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legs, and watches his steed cantering off on its own
account.
I am gradually becoming conscious that there is an
awkward brook in front, and doubts as to the little iron-
grey's probable proceedings (he never having been
ridden at a stream) begin to assert themselves. In a
high flight of rails, guided by the Major, I find a broken
place, and then, over more grass — there is no doubt
about it — we are coming to a brook, and a good-sized
one moreover.
The gallant colt pricks his ears, but there is no doubt
that he means to have it, and indeed he clears it with a
bound which lands his hind-legs a good yard the other
side. More than one bath takes place here, and at a
nasty blind fence with a ditch on the landing side, over
which the iron-grey gets with rather a bad stumble,
more of the followers are stopped. The plough is cruelly
wet and heavy, and the rather flashy horse my friend is
riding (this morning at breakfast I did certainly say it
looked like going ; but then, what can you say under
such circumstances ?) is done, and labours on with heav-
ing flanks and panting nostrils. Neither is the iron-
grey going by any means so freely as he was five
minutes ago, so that in the interests of safety and self-
preservation I am compelled reluctantly to wake him
up at the next fence.
Our Master still goes at ease, as do the huntsman and
whips on their seasoned hunters ; the Major keeps his
place a little in the rear ; some half-dozen pink coats,
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as many black ones, a boy on a pony, a horse-dealer on
a raking chestnut, together with a couple of ladies,
constitute the first flight.
But surely something is wrong in front ? The hounds
throw up their heads, and slacken speed. The scent
has failed. Have they overrun it ? Yes ! With a wild
halloo a pink coat at the head of a long line of strag-
glers points with his hunting crop to the hedge-row
along which the draggled fox is stealing. Again he is
viewed away and plunges into the dry ditch, but when
the hounds reach the spot where he disappeared they
are again at fault. Nor do subsequent efforts bring his
whereabouts to light. There must have been some
unsuspected earth into which he crept, warmly con-
gratulating himself upon a singularly narrow escape.
It is past four o'clock, and we are reluctantly compelled
to admit that to-day the fox has had the best of us.
So ends the first meet of the S hounds — without a
kill, truly, but with the consciousness that every man,
hound, and horse has done his work in a way which
can only be accepted as an earne$t of better luck to
come. That other packs may throughout the season be
as fortunate as ours, and that ours may be as fortunate
as the best, is a concluding wish to which no one will
take exception.
XVII.
"SEASONABLE WEATHER."
There is a silent eloquence about the proceedings of
one's servant on a frosty morning peculiarly abominable
in its plainness. He thinks you are not awake, perhaps ;
but you are, and can tell by the cautious manner in
which he moves about the room, fearful of disturbing
you, that things meteorological are just about as bad as
they can be. In his hand he bears your boots and
breeches ; but these emblems of the chase he does not
put by your bedside ready for use. On the contrary, he
silently opens a drawer, takes out a pair of trousers, and
then you know, if you had not known before, which way
the wind blows — north-east, in all probability.
" Frost, eh ? " you ask, having noted these prepara-
tions with dismay.
" Yes, sir. Freezing hard. Came on to snow in the
night, and dreadful slippery, sir, this morning," he
answers.
In desperation you remark, interrogatively, "No
hunting, I suppose ? "
" Oh, dear, no ! Looks as if frost was setting in, sir."
So it apparently is. The landscape is white, and that
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utterly offensive condition of affairs sometimes known as
"seasonable weather" has come about with a vengeance.
You dress leisurely, and saunter down to breakfast, where
your companions are trying hard to look agreeable, and
that donkey Borders, an amateur actor of distressing
pertinacity, is in high feather ; which does not niake
you love Borders. Neither can you cordially join in
Miss Pensyller's enthusiastic admiration for the scene
from the windows, the bare twigs and branches of the
trees exquisitely — the phrase is hers, and, in this con-
nection, is what Polonius calls " a vile phrase " — traced
out with the snow. The little birds are having a festive
time over an unexpected breakfast thoughtfully provided
by our hostess, when, poor little creatures, they had de-
spaired of that meal, and were more than doubtful about
luncheon. But what are we to do ? Read last night's
papers which have just come by post ? As always
happens under such circumstances they are singularly
uninteresting.
Round to the stables we go for a smoke, but this again
is an annoying performance, for it is a proposition which
I fancy few will dispute, that horses never look so fit
and so much like going as on a " seasonable " morning.
Your favourite, that you intended to ride to-day — con-
found this frost ! — gazes round at you as much as to say,
"It's rather poor sort of fun standing here. Why is no one
getting me ready, and how about those hounds ? " You
cannot stand this, and stroll back to the house, where
you find Borders endeavouring to organize a dramatic
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entertainment. You are just the man he wants, and are
given to understand that he has cast you for a part in a
arce, your duty in which will consist in decking your-
self in some absurd costume, coming in, and letting him
empty a bag ol flour on your head, or smudge your face
with lamp-black. " Awfully good situation ; the people
will yell with laughter ! " he tells you, but you don't see
it, and are set down as a surly creature, devoid of all
notion of true humour.
Suppose the frost continues through the whole winter !
Suppose there were to be no hunting for weeks, no
chance of proving the excellence of a carefully chosen
stud, seeing whether the little bay mare was as good as
she looked, and how much discount must be allowed
from the eulogistic assertions of her late owner ? These
are the thoughts which afflict us as we take up the paper
again to read the weather prophecies, and make angry
assaults on the barometer, which resents the insult by
behaving worse than ever.
But we know that there is a good time coming, though
we may not always be able to fix the precise date.
The English climate is as variable as Virgil tells us
lovely woman is, and if sometimes your hopes are
dashed, at other times your evil anticipations are
agreeably disappointed. When you expect to find by
your bed-side those stay-at-home garments to which
reference has been made above, lo and behold ! in
comes your man, with a smile on his face, and your
breeches on his arm. He proclaims it to be a fine
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morning, and so it is. The snow lias disappeared ;
the country is clear ; deep it may be, heavy going even
on the grass, worse in the plough, and knee-deep in
the rides through tangled coverts ; but what does that
matter ? Stout limbs, good wind, and eager hearts are
ready to overcome all drawbacks.
Borders is in despair, and tries to make his company
solemnly promise and vow to be home to rehearsal at four
o'clock; an attempt in which Borders miserably fails.
If Miss Pensyller would ask you to admire this landscape
you would willingly cap all her terms of praise ; but
she says it is nasty dirty weather, and determines to stay
at home. Here come the horses, and when Mufiington,
who has been talking very "big" about his prowess,
perceives the steed he is to ride rarely standing on more
than two legs at the same time, he looks very much as if
he would like to stay at home and help Borders, or flirt
with the aesthetic Miss Pensyller.
Philosophers tell us that anticipation is more satis-
factory than realisation, and certainly the ride to the
meet is not the least agreeable feature of a day's hunt-
ing. The cheery nod of acquaintances whom one
overtakes on the road, or meets as they come from
by-ways and out of lodge gates, shows their delight at
having at length got the better of the late vile — that is to
say, of course, " seasonable " — weather.
Recent immunity from danger has made Master Rey-
nard incautious, and he is pleasantly trotting along
through the under-growth, when Vixen comes upon a
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spot he has just quitted, and announces her discovery
in the most unmistakable manner. Her companions
readily admit the justice of the information, and the
fox, hearing their references to his private affairs, does
not wait to resent the intrusion. Off he goes across
the open, and the hounds, running almost to view,
eagerly bound through the fence, followed by the field
in general, barring two or three, who go carelessly and
land on their heads or backs as the case may be, not
calculating on a ditch the other side of the jump;
and Muf&ngton sincerely regrets the want of moral
courage which led him out hunting instead of permit-
ting him to stay at home comfortably and safely with
Borders.
Men who want to live to the end will do well to take
a pull at their horses ; for though there is sound wisdom
in poor JMajor Whyte-Melville's theory that a horse in
fighting for his head takes as much out of himself as if
allowed to go with tolerable freedom, the steeds this
morning are too much inclined to gallop. Which way ?
Towards those disagreeably dense woods to the left,
where a fox v/ith decent topographical knowledge
would have so excellent a chance of finding an open
earth, or away, bearing slightly to the right, across a
line of splendid country that we know so well ? A
moment of anxious doubt decides it, and the hounds
make a decided bend in the hoped-for direction. Over
the rails is an easy task, for a heavy man on a huge
horse placidly goes at and crashes through the top one ;
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but many saddles are emptied and boots filled in the
deep and disagreeable brook beyond, having crossed
which in safety we may fearlessly join in the con-
gratulation : —
We're steadily sailing away to the fore ; I
Think we've every prospect of seeing the run,
For, iprimo aspirat fortuna lahori,
A thing is half finished when neatly begun.
It has been said that five-and-twenty minutes is
quite long enough for a run, and many who have been
hard at it for that period have by this time thoroughly
adopted the opinion ; but still hounds go on, with no
sign of stopping, though the field is very considerably
thinned, as need hardly be said. By a lucky chance
Scatterly has got his second horse, a mean and unfair
advantage, for which, at the moment, we cordially hate
him ; and had he been turned over without doing him-
self much damage about this period of the run, I fear
some of us would not have lamented the downfall of as
good a fellow as ever sat in saddle ; for, much as you
may like a man, you like him less than usual when he
is cutting you down, and "bellows to mend" is the
general situation.
But suddenly a ringing holloa proclaims that they
have seen him, and in the next field the stout fox is
rolled over. One lady, two men, the master, and
huntsman alone are up, and from the heaving flanks
of the horse which has so gallantly carried the latter,
it is clear he could not have held on much longer. The
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Whip just stumbles into the field at the critical moment,
the effort of scrambling through the last fence finishing
off his horse ; and a few others struggle up in turn to
receive the credit of having gone well through a fast
forty minutes.
XVIII.
A SCIENTIFIC SPORTSMAN.
The air of sublime superiority with which Tewters was
accustomed to make a donkey of himself on frequent
occasions amply justifies his inclusion in these sketches ;
for though it is to be hoped that very few men are quite
so silly as he was, and probably is, if one had the misfor-
tune to know where to find him at the present moment,
there are a great many young gentlemen who believe
that they know all about it, when, as a matter of fact,
their belief is in a precisely inverse ratio to the truth.
There was icrede Tewters) nothing that he could not
do : and he did nothing. He came to Fallowfield to
stay with an aged female relative, and attracted the
attention of the residents by strutting about the town
with an air of tolerant but slightly contemptuous criti-
cism, as he gazed about him ; and when calling one
afternoon on Downing, we found our then unknown
friend in the billiard- room, dilating learnedly on angles
of incidence and reflection, and explaining how the
game really ought to be played. We soon discovered
that explaining was his strong point. He had a decided
opinion on everything, and was always ready, if not to
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show, at any rate to explain, how one ought to perform
any sort of operation whatsoever.
On one of the earliest days of the hunting season
Tewters, without having stated his intention to any
one — we did not, in fact, see very much of him — rode up
on a steady-looking old hunter, and joined in the con-
versation. We were discussing the always interesting
subject of getting across country, and Tewters proceeded
to enlighten us.
" A great deal too much nonsense is talked about men
riding straight," he observes. " Fencing is so simple,
that there is no reason why any man with common sense
and the use of his limbs should not ride."
"Yet," I venture to suggest, "men do at times come
to grief."
"They do," he admits; "but only because they do
not follow the simplest of rules. A seat is kept either
by balance or by grip ; and a combination of the two
methods affords absolute security. Men come into the
field knowing nothing of the sport, and then wonder
that they get into trouble."
" I suppose you've hunted a good deal ? " Flutterton
asks.
" I know something of it. We had better get into the
covert, I think," he rejoins, and rides forward. Heigh
has just begun to draw, and we are waiting outside
listening for the first indication of something up.
"Where is he going to, that fellow?" some one asks,
as Tewters trots along the fence till he finds a gate, and
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rides in just about the spot where the foremost hounds
are working.
In a moment or two he emerges, however. Heigh
has politely begged him to keep outside, and he does
so ; but instead of returning back to us, he trots along
by the side of the hedge till he is lost to sight.
Suddenly a yell is heard in his direction. We set oif,
and find him standing up in his stirrups, and uttering
wild shrieks.
" I saw him ! I saw him come out of there ! " he cries
excitedly, repeating his yell.
" And you sent him in again ? " Wynnerly asks, with
ironical amazement, for Tewters seems to be delighted
with his exploit.
"Yes; he went in just there ! " and he triumphantly
points out the spot.
"Well, perhaps on the whole it would have been
better if you had stayed quietly with us," Downing
sarcastically remarks ; but Tewters does not see it.
We have been kept in by frost for several days and
are pining for a gallop, and to be regarded comtemp-
tuously by the man who has just headed the fox is
exasperating in no small degree. But Tewters is still
superior.
" I have always found that men are of more use in
the covert than gossiping about the fences. The hunts-
man here seems to conduct his business differently, for
he requested me to stay outside ; and when I saw the
fox of course I halloaed," Tewters answers.
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"Following on inside the covert is different from
getting right before the hounds, and viewing the fox
away is not quite the same as heading him back,"
Downing observes, with disgust.
" He's been getting up his hunting out of a book and
has got hold of the wrong end of the stick," Flutterton
suggests as Tewters rides on, evidently pitying our
ignorance of the elements of sport. " I wonder whether
he can ride ?"
The doubt was soon to be solved. From the other
side of the strip of covert the Whip viewed the fox
away, and the hounds made straight for a fair hunting
fence, hedge and ditch. Tewters was a little in front
of us, and to give him his due he had the courage of
his convictions. He went straight at the jump, his
horse rose, he rose still higher, left the saddle, was
jerked violently into the air, and turning almost a
complete somersault landed on his back ; while the
horse, which had jumped smoothly and without super-
fluous effort, galloped on ahead. The combination of
grip and balance had, for some unexplained cause,
proved unsuccessful.
Tewters was not in the least hurt, but just a little
discomfited — more shaken, however, as regarded him-
self than his convictions. His horse was caught and
brought back to him, and he climbed into the saddle.
For some time he kept to gates with much discretion,
but on arriving near a tolerably wide brook proceeded
to put his theory again into practice, and went for it ;
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the old horse stopped suddenly on the brink, shot
Tewters clean over his head into the water, and paused
with legs and neck outstretched as if to watch how his
" master" was going to get out again.
This ended his hunting for the first day, and it was
some time before he reappeared, having meantime
undergone, as we afterwards learned, a severe course
of hurdles and bars in a riding school, and having
tumbled about over them with desperate perseverance
before he could be brought to understand that the com-
bination of balance and grip, though excellent in theory,
requires practice to give it due effect.
A man cannot do himself any physical injury by talk-
ing nonsense, however, so Tewters takes advantage of
the circumstance and indulges himself freely. Before
his first appearance he had rarely been on a horse, and
never away firom the high road. He soon found out how
to take care of himself, and he forgot the exciting events
of his first day — forgot them so entirely that he never
even explained how it was that he bumped so awkwardly
over the hedge and finished in the water. His air of
superiority was quickly resumed, and in a very short
time he was as ready with a criticism on what was being
done, and an explanation of what people should do, as
though his career had been long and glorious.
He was a student of sporting literature, and could
readily explain to you how to hold your gun, so that you
could not miss a shot, or how to do anything else;
though on the matter of jumping fences he was less
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eloquent than on most things. The sources of his in-
spiration were discovered, and when he explained how
the hounds ought to be hunted, under difficult circum-
stances, or gave opinions on other abstruse points, some
of the men who had grown tired of hearing Tewters talk
nonsense took to replying, "Yes, I know — Beckford
says so, but it does not apply here ;" " ' Scrutator '
showed how it might be effective in certain cases of
which this is not one ;" " A man who clearly knew
nothing about it said so in the paper last week ;" and
make similar endeavours to convince him that his
opinions are not regarded as original inspirations, or
the result of acute personal experience.
Tewters smiled with the accustomed air of superior
wisdom for some time, but at length appears to have
concluded that we were not worthy to receive the pearls
of his instruction — put more bluntly, though this way
of putting it would never have occurred to him, he felt
that we had discovered how great a humbug he was
— and, if he has not abandoned hunting altogether, he
is doubtless laying down the law for the officials and
followers of some other pack of hounds.
XIX.
HUNTINGCROP HALL:
A TALE OF TRIUMPHANT ADVENTURE.
" Reputation ! Reputation ! oh, I have lost my reputa-
tion ! " It was, I believe, one Michael Cassio, a Floren-
tine, who originally made the remark ; and I can only
say I sincerely wish I were in Michael Cassio's position,
and could lose mine. It may be a " bubble," this same
reputation ; indeed, we have high authority for so term-
ing it ; but "bubble " rhymes with " trouble," and that is
the condition to which such a reputation as mine is apt
to bring you ; for it supposes me to be a regular Nimrod,
whereas I know about as much of the science of the
chase as my suppositious prototype probably knew of
ballooning ; it sets me down as being " at home in the
saddle," whereas it is there that I am, if I may be
allowed the expression, utterly at sea.
When, last November, I was seated before a blazing
fire in Major Huntingcrop's town house, and his too
charming daughter, Laura, expressed her enthusiastic
admiration for hunting and everything connected with
it — mildly at the same time hinting her contempt for
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those who were unskilled in the accomplishment — could
I possibly admit that I was among the despised class ?
Was it not rather a favourable opportunity for showing
our community of sentiment by vowing that the sport
was the delight of my life, and firing off a few sentences
laden with such sporting phraseology as I had happened
to pick up in the course of desultory reading ?
Laura listened with evident admiration. I waxed
eloquent. My arm-chair would not take the bit between
its teeth and run away ; no hounds were in the neigh-
bourhood to test my prowess ; and I am grieved to
admit that for an exciting ten minutes the " father
of stories " (what a family he must have !) had it
all his own way with me.
^^ Atra ciira sedit post equitem indeed!" I concluded.
" You may depend upon it, Miss Huntingcrop, that man
was mounted on a screw ! Black Care would never dare
to intrude his unwelcome presence on a galloper.
Besides, why didn't the fellow put his horse at a hurdle ?
Probably Black Care wouldn't have been able to sit a
fence. But I quite agree with you that it is the duty of
a gentleman to hunt ; and I only wish that the perform-
ance of some of my other duties gave me half as much
pleasure ! "
Where I should have ended it is impossible to say ;
but here our tete-a-tcte was interrupted by the advent of
the Major, who heard the tag end of my panegyric with
manifest delight.
" Huntingcrop is the place for you, Mr. Smoothley,"
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said he, with enthusiasm, " and I shall be more than
pleased to see you there. I think, too, we shall be able
to show you some of your favourite sport this season.
We meet four days a week, and you may reckon on at
least one day with the Grassmere. It is always a sincere
pleasure to me to find a young fellow whose heart is
in it."
As regards my heart, it was in my boots at the pros-
pect ; and, despite the great temptation of Laura's
presence, I paused, carefully to consider the pros and
C071S before accepting.
How pleasant to see her fresh face every morning at
the breakfast-table ! How unpleasant to see a horse,
most likely painfully fresh also, waiting to bear me on
a fearsome journey as soon as the meal was concluded !
How delightful to feel the soft pressure of her fingers as
she gave me morning greeting ! How awful to feel my
own fingers numbed and stiff with tugging at the bridle
of a wild, tearing, unmanageable steed ! How enjoyable
to
" Are you engaged for Christmas, ]\Ir. Smoothley ? "
Laura inquired, and that query settled me. It might
freeze ; I could sprain my ankle, or knock up an excuse
of some sort. Yes, I would go ; and might good luck go
with me.
For the next few days I unceasingly studied the works
of Major Whyte-Melville, and others who have most to
say on what they term sport, and endeavoured to get up
a little enthusiasm. I did get up a little — very little ;
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but when the desired quality had made its appearance,
attracted by my authors' wizard-like power, it was of an
extremely spurious character, and entirely evaporated
when I had reached the little railway-station nearest to
the Hall. A particularly neat groom, whom I recog-
nised as having' been in town with the Huntingcrops,
was awaiting me in a dog-cart, and the conveyance was
just starting when we met a string of horses, hooded
and sheeted, passing along the road : in training, if I
might be permitted to judge from their actions, for the
wildest scenes in " Mazeppa," "Dick Turpin," or some
other exciting equestrian drama. I did not want the
man to tell me that they were his master's; I knew it at
once ; and the answers he made to my questions as to
their usual demeanour in the field plunged me into an
abyss of despair.
The hearty greeting of the Major, the more subdued
but equally inspiriting welcome of his daughter, and the
contagious cheerfulness of a house full of pleasant people,
in some measure restored me ; but it was not until the
soothing influence of dinner had taken possession of my
bosom, and a whisper had run through the establishment
that it was beginning to freeze, that I thoroughly re-
covered my equanimity, and was able to retire to rest
with some small hope that my bed next night would not
be one of pain and suffering.
Alas, for my anticipations ! I was awakened from
slumber by a knock at the door, and the man entered
my room with a can of hot water in one hand and a pair
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of tops in the other ; whilst over his arm were slung my
— in point of fact, my breeches ; a costume which I had
never worn except on the clay it came home, when I
spent the greater portion of the evening sportingly
arrayed astride of a chair, to see how it all felt.
" Breakfast at nine, sir. Hounds meet at Blackbrook
at half-joast ten ; and it's a good way to ride," said the
servant.
" The frost's all gone, I fea I hope ? " I said in-
quiringly.
" Yes, sir. Lovely morning ! " he answered, drawing
up the blinds.
In his opinion a lovely morning was characterised by
slightly damp, muggy weather ; in mine it would have
been a daybreak of ultra-Siberian intensity.
I ruefully dressed, lamenting that my will was not a
little stronger (nor were thoughts of my other will — and
testament — entirely absent), that I might have fled from
the trial, or done something to rescue myself from the
exposure which I felt must shortly overwhelm me. The
levity of the men in the breakfast-room was a source of
suffering to me, and even Laura's voice jarred on my
ears as she petitioned her father to let her follow "just a
little way " — she was going to ride and see the hounds
" throw off," a ceremony which I devoutly hoped would
be confined to those animals — " because it was /c*^ hard
to turn back when the real enjoyment commenced ; and
she would be good in the pony-carriage for the rest of
the week."
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"No, no, my dear," replied the Major, "women are
out of place in the hunting field. Don't you think so,
Mr. Smoothley ? "
" I do indeed, Major," I answered, giving Laura's
little dog under the table a fearful kick, as I threw out
my foot violently to straighten a crease which was
severely galling the inside of my left knee. "You had
far better go for a quiet ride. Miss Huntingcrop, and" —
how sincerely I added — " I shall be delighted to accom-
pany you ; there will be plenty of days for me to hunt
when you drive to the meet."
" No, no, Smoothley. It's very kind of you to propose
it, but I won't have you sacrificing your day's pleasure,"
the ]\Iajor made answer, dashing the crumbs of hope
from my hungering lips. "You may go a little way,
Laura, if you'll promise to stay with Sir William, and
do all that he tells you. You won't mind looking after
her, Heathertopper ? "
Old Sir William's build would have forbidden the
supposition that he was in any way given to activity,
even if the stolidity of his countenance had not assured
you that caution was in the habit of marking his guarded
way ; and he made suitable response. I was just debat-
ing internally as to the least circuitous mode by which I
could send myself a telegram, requiring my immediate
presence in town, when a sound of hoofs informed us
that the horses were approaching ; and gazing anxiously
from the window before me, which overlooked the drive
in front of the house, I noted their arrival.
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Now the horse is an animal which I have always
been taught to admire. A " noble animal " he is termed
by zoologists, and I am perfectly willing to admit his
nobility when he conducts himself with reticence and
moderation ; but when he gyrates like a teetotum on his
hind-legs, and wildly spars at the groom he ought to
respect, I cease to recognise any qualities in him but
the lowest and most degrading.
Laura hastened to the window, and I rose from the
table and followed her.
"You pretty darlings!" she rapturously exclaimed,
"Oh ! are you going to ride The Sultan, Mr. Smoothley ?
How nice ! I do so want to, but papa won't let me."
" No, my dear, he's not the sort of horse for little girls
to ride ; but he'll suit you, Smoothley ; he'll suit you,
I know."
Without expressing a like confidence, I asked, "Is
that The Sultan ? " pointing to a large chestnut animal
at that moment in the attitude which, in a dog, is termed
" begging."
" Yes ; a picture, isn't he ? Look at his legs. Clean
as a foal's ! Good quarters — well ribbed up — not like
one of the waspy greyhounds they call thoroughbred
horses nowadays. Look at his condition, too ; I've
kept that up pretty well, though he's been out of train-
ing for some time," cried the Major.
" He's not a racehorse, is he r " I nervously asked.
"He's done a good deal of steeplechasing, and ran
once or twice in the early part of this season. It makes
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a horse rush his fences rather, perhaps ; but you young
fellows like that, I know."
" His — eye appears slightly bloodshot, doesn't it ? "
I hazarded ; for he was exhibiting a large amount of
what I imagine should have been white, in an unsuc-
cessful attempt to look at his tail without turning his
head round. " Is he quiet with hounds ? "
"Playful — a little playful," was his unassuring reply.
" But we must be off, gentlemen. It's three miles to
Blackbrook, and it won't do to be late ! " And he led
the w^iy to the Hall, where I selected my virgin whip
from the rack, and swallowing a nip of orange-brandy,
which a servant providentially handed to me at that
moment, went forth to meet my fate.
Laura, declining offers of assistance from the crowd of
pink-coated young gentlemen who were sucking cigars
in the porch, was put into the saddle by her own groom.
I think she looked to me for aid, but I was constrained
to stare studiously in the opposite direction, having a
very vague idea of the method by which young ladies are
placed in their saddles. Then I commenced, and ulti-
mately effected, the ascent of The Sultan ; a process
which appeared to me precisely identical with climbing
to the deck of a man-of-war.
" Stirrups all right, sir ? " asked the groom.
"This one's rather too long. No, it's the other one,
I think." One of them didn't seem right, but it was
impossible to say which in the agony of the moment.
He surveyed me critically from the front, and then
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took up one stirrup to a degree that brought my knee
into close proximity with my waistcoat, The Sultan
meanwhile exhibiting an uncertainty of temperament
which caused me very considerable anxiety. Luckily I
had presence of mind to say that he had shortened the
leather too much, and there was not much difference be-
tween the two, when, with Laura and some seven com-
panions, I started down the avenue in front of the house.
The fundamental principles of horsemanship are three :
keep your heels down ; stick in your knees ; and try to
look as if you liked it. So I am informed, and I am at a
loss to say which of the three is the most difficult of
execution. The fact that The Sultan started jerkily
some little time before I was ready to begin, thereby
considerably deranging such plans as I was forming for
guidance, is to be deplored ; for my hat was not on very
firmly, and it was extremely awkward to find a hand to
restore it to its place when it displayed a tendency to
come over my eyes. Conversation under these circum-
stances is peculiarly difficult ; and I fear that Laura
found my remarks somewhat curt and strangely punc-
tuated. The Sultan's behaviour, however, had become
meritorious to a high degree ; and I was just beginning to
think that hunting was not so many degrees worse than
the treadmill when we approached the scene of action.
Before us, as we rounded a turning in the road, a
group of some thirty horsemen, to which fresh accessions
were constantly being made, chatted together and
watched a hilly descent to the right, down which the pack
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of hounds, escorted by several officials, was approaching.
The Major and his party were cordially greeted, and no
doubt like civilities would have been extended to me had
I been in a position to receive them ; but, unfortunately
I was not ; for, on seeing the hounds, the " playfulness "
of The Sultan vigorously manifested itself, and he com-
menced a series of gymnastic exercises to which his
previous performances had been a mere farce. I lost my
head, but mysteriously kept what was more important —
my seat, until the tempest of his playfulness had in some
measure abated ; and then he stood still, shaking with
excitement. I sat still, shaking — from other causes.
" Keep your horse's head to the hounds, will you, sir?"
was the salutation which the master bestow^ed on me,
cantering up as the pack defiled through a gate ; and
indeed The Sultan seemed anxious to kill a hound or two
to begin with. " Infernal Cockney ! " was, I fancy, the
term of endearment he used as he rode on ; but I don't
think Laura caught any of this short but forcible utter-
ance, for just at this moment a cry was raised in the
wood to the left, and the men charged through the gate
and along the narrow cart-track with a wild rush. Again
The Sultan urged on his wild career, half-breaking my
leg against the gate-post, as I was very courteously
endeavouring to get out of the way of an irascible
gentleman behind me who appeared to be in a hurry,
and then plunging me into the midst of a struggling^,
pushing throng of men and horses.
If the other noble sportsmen were not enjoying them-
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selves more than I, it was certainly a pity that they nad
not stayed at home. Where was this going to end r and
— but what was the matter in front ? They paused, and
then suddenly all turned round and charged back along
the narrow path. I was taken by surprise, and got out
of the way as best I could, pulling my horse back amongst
the trees, and the whole cavalcade rushed past me. Out
of the wood, across the road, over the opposite hedge,
most of them ; some turn off towards a gate to the right
and away up the rise beyond, passing over which they
were soon out of sight.
That The Sultan's efforts to follow them had been
vigorous I need not say ; but I felt that it was a moment
for action, and pulled and tugged and sawed at his
mouth to make him keep his head turned away from
temptation. He struggled about amongst the trees, and
I felt that, under the circumstances, I should be justified
in hitting him on the head. I did so ; and shortly after-
wards— it was not exactly that I was thrown, but circum-
stances induced me to get off rather suddenly.
My foot was on my native heath. I was alone, appre-
ciating the charms of solitude in a degree I had never
before experienced ; but after a few minutes of thankful-
ness, the necessity of action forced itself on my mind.
Clearly, I must not be seen standing at my horse's head
gazing smilingly at the prospect — that would never do,
for the whole hunt might reappear as quickly as they
had gone ; so, smoothing out the most troublesome
creases in my nether garments, I proceeded to mount.
I say " proceeded," for it was a difEcult and very gra-
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dual operation, but was eventually managed through the
instrumentality of a little boy, who held The Sultan's
head, and addressed him in a series of forcible epithets
that I should never have dared to use : language, how-
ever, which, though reprehensible from a moral point of
view, seemed to appeal to the animal's feelings, and was
at any rate successful.
He danced a good deal when I was once more on his
back, and seemed to like going in a series of small
bounds, which were peculiarly irritating to sit. But 1
did not so much mind now, for no critical eye was near
to watch my hand wandering to the convenient pommel
or to note my taking such other little precautions as the
exigencies of the situation, and the necessity for carrying
out the first law of nature, seemed to suggest.
Hunting, in this way, wasn't really so very bad. There
did not appear to be so very much danger, the morning
air was refreshing and pleasant, and the country looked
bright. There always seemed to be a gate to each field,
which, though troublesome to open at first, ultimately
yielded to patience and perseverance and the handle of
my whip. I might get home safely after all ; and as for
my desertion, where every one was looking after himself,
it was scarcely likely they could have observed my de-
fection. No ; this was not altogether bad fun. I could
say with truth for the rest of my life that I " had hunted."
It would add a zest to the perusal of sporting literature,
and, above all, extend the range of my charity by making
me sincerely appreciate men who really rode.
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But alas ! though clear of the trees practicall}^, I was,
metaphorically, very far from being out of the wood.
AVhen just endeavouring to make up my mind to come
out again some day I heard a noise, and, looking
behind me, saw the whole fearful concourse rapidly
approaching the hedge which led into the ploughed field
next to me on the right. Helter-skelter, on they came.
Hounds popping through, and scrambling over. Then
a man in pink topping the fence, and on again over the
plough ; then one in black over wdth a rush ; two, three,
four more in different places. Another by himself who
came up rapidly, and, parting company with his horse,
shot over like a rocket !
All this I noted in a second. There was no time to
watch, for The Sultan had seen the opportunity of making
up for his lost day, and started off with the rush of an
express train. We flew over the field ; neared the fence.
I was shot into the air like a shuttlecock from a battle-
dore— a moment of dread — then, a fearful shock which
landed me lopsidedly somewhere on the animal's neck.
He gives a spring which shakes me into the saddle
again, and is tearing over the grass field beyond. I am
conscious that I am in the same field as the Major, and
some three or four other men. We fly on at frightful
speed ; there is a line of willows in front of us which we
are rapidly Hearing. It means water, I know. We get
— or rather it comes nearer — nearer — nearer — ah-h-h !
An agony of semi-unconsciousness — a splash, a fearful
splash — a struggle ....
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I am on his back, somewhere in the neighbourhood
of the saddle : without stirrups, but grimly clutching a
confused mass of reins as The Sultan gently canters up
the ascent to where the hounds are howling and barking
round a man in pink, who weaves something brown in
the air before throwing it to them. I have no sooner
reached the group than the master arrives, followed by
some four or five men, conspicuous among whom is
the Major.
He hastens to me. To denounce me as an impostor ?
Have I done anything wrong, or injured the horse ?
" I congratulate you, Smoothley, I congratulate you !
I promised you a run, and you've had one, and, by Jove !
taken the shine out of some of us. My Lord," to the
master, " let me present my friend, IMr. Smoothley, to
you. Did you see him take the water ? You and I made
for the Narrow^s, but he didn't turn away, and went at it
as if Sousemere were a puddle. Eighteen feet of water if
it's an inch, and with such a take-off and such a landing,
there's not a man in the hunt who'd attempt it ! Well,
Heathertopper ! Laura, my dear," for she and the bulky
Baronet at this moment arrived at the head of a strag-
gling detachment of followers, "you missed a treat in
not seeing Smoothley charge the brook :
" The Swirl is in front, and of it I'm no lover ;
There's one way to do it, and that's at a dash;
But Christian is leading, and lightly pops over,
I follow — we rise — down !— No ! ! done with a splash !
Isn't that it ? It was beautiful ! "
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It might have been in his opinion ; in mine it was
simply an act of unconscious insanity, which I had
rather die than intentionally repeat.
" I didn't see you all the time, Mr. Smoothley ; where
were you ? " Laura asked.
*' Where was he r " cried the Major. "Not following
you, my dear. He took his own line, and, by Jove ! it
was a right one ! "
It was not in these terms that I had expected to hear
the Major addressing me, and it was rather bewildering.
Still I trust that I was not puffed up with an unseemly
vanity as Laura rode back by my side. She looked lovely
with the flush of exercise on her cheek, and the sparkle
of excitement in her eyes ; and as we passed home-
wards through the quiet country lanes I forgot the pain-
ful creases that were afflicting me, and with as much
eloquence as was compatible with the motion of my
steed — I ventured !
The blushes deepen on her cheek. She consents on
one condition : I must give up hunting.
" You are so rash and daring," she says, softly — very
softly, " that I should never be happy when you were
out."
Can I refuse her anything — even tJiis ? Impossible !
I promise : vowing fervently to myself to keep my
word ; and on no account do anything to increase the
reputation I made at Huntingcrop Hall,
XX.
ACHATES; OR, WHO WON THE
KENILWORTH CUP.
CHAPTER I.
Seven o'clock in the morning of a day in early February.
The sun is beginning to make his way feebly through
the clouds ; and the birds in the trees round about
Carryl Castle are just tuning up their songs in a care-
less sort of way, as birds do when they have no nests
to make, and nothing to occupy their attention beyond
the interchange of slight passages of affection with the
chosen brides to whom they will be united on the com-
ing St. Valentine's Day, in accordance with immemorial
custom.
The busiest figures in the landscape are two young
men who have just issued from the castle, and are mak-
ing their way down to the road by a bridle path.
" Very kind of you to turn out at this abnormal hour,
Beau; but you understand why I am anxious. I want
to see if the horse can get anywhere near your mare
over three miles ; for if he can, he's good enough to put
into training for the Grand Military. I have entered
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him for your race at Kenihvorth, intending to give him
a trial there ; but you and the mare can tell me just
what I want to know, and then I need not disturb his
preparation."
Dick Evelyn, the speaker, is the eldest son of a
baronet in a neighbouring' county, and a shining light
in the Household Troops. He addresses his companion
as " Beau," not on account of any personal character-
istics (though his good-looking face, set-off by a droop-
ing fair moustache, and g"enerally "correct" appearance,
might have warranted the title), but as an abbreviation
of his name. Lord Beauclerc Carryl. He is, indeed, the
youngest son of the Duke of Meadshire, at present
visiting his elder brother, the Marquis of St. Asaph, at
Carryl Castle, where Dick Evelyn is also staying.
" You say he can jump }" Lord Beauclerc inquired.
" Like a deer. Did I tell where I found him ?"
"You only said that you bought him from that
tobacco-man who has taken poor Glendare's place."
" Well, it was the Tuesday before you came down,"
Dick commenced ; " we were out with the Gorsehamp-
ton. I was riding Bullfinch — a beast I never liked —
and after killing at Swinnerton, I found myself at five
o'clock about fifteen miles from the castle, in uncom-
monly heavy rain, on a horse as lame as a tree ; and
how the deuce I was to reach the house by dinner-time
I didn't know. I was leading Bullfinch down a lane
when I met IManners, and he offered me a mount. I
looked over his stables, and, 'pon my word, never saw
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such a sorry lot of beasts in all my life — I wouldn't have
given ^5 a head for the whole collection. Achates was
the most likel}' looking, so I started on him. There
wasn't much time, for it was past six, and I didn't want
to be late for dinner ; so I set off, thinking that I had
my work cut out. I was never so astonished in my life !
To do Bullfinch justice, he can jump for ten minutes or
so ; but he was nothing to this beast, who went at
everything as if it had been made for him."
"Did Manners christen him r"
"Yes," Dick replied. "He bought him because he
was an excellent match for a horse he used to drive in a
dog-cart, and thought the pair would go well in double-
harness. I don't suppose Manners was ever what you'd
call educated : he picked up scraps of knowledge here
and there, but at the tobacco manufactory in White-
chapel, where he found most of them, the classics did
not flourish ; however, he had heard the term Jidus
Achates in relation to intim.ate friendship, and it occurred
to him that Fidus and AcJiatcs were probably brothers
who were much devoted to each other, so he named the
beasts accordingly and harnessed them to the phaeton.
Achates was a perfect match for Fidus, but he was a
good deal more than a match for the coachman. You
see, as far as harness went, he was entirely unbroken ;
but it was different with the carriage — that was broken
up small. He was a very willing sort of horse, but he
didn't understand the business — didn't enter into the
spirit of the thing at all — and when he saw the lodge
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gate in front, thought they wanted him to jump it, I
suppose ; at any rate he charged it before the fellow
could get it open. He knocked himself about a good
deal, but not seriously ; of course the trap was spoilt ;
Manners landed on his head, so he was all right, and
the coachman broke something — arm, I think. When I
sent for Bullfinch, I returned Achates, offering to buy
him ; and as Manners did not know what to do with
him, he was giad to sell. You know the fellow, don't
you ?"
"Yes; St. Asaph had him up to dine once or twice
when he came to the county, but he didn't answer.
When poor Glendare had to leave England we hoped
the Duke would buy the place, but he didn't, and ]\Ian-
ners paid the price without flinching. It was useful to
him just then, because he had a contract to supply the
Prussian army with cigars, and he could grow the
material on the estate cheaper than he could buy it ;
cabbage I thought, but they say it's lettuce — however,
that does not matter. St. Asaph thought he was a
harmless sort of person and asked him ; but he wasn't
nice, and one morning got too friendly, don't you know.
The hounds were meeting at the castle, and there were
a good many fellows at breakfast, and on the sideboard
was a big joint of beef amongst other things — a baron,
don't you call it r — which seemed to strike Manners a
good deal : ' This is what I like, my lord ! the good old
English style!' he said, after being rather offensive all
breakfast; and St. Asaph had been so very courteous
WHO WON THE KENILWORTH CUP. 201
that Manners thought it would point the remark if he
slapped him on the back : ' This is what I call cut and
come again ! ' St. Asaph could stand a good deal, but
being patted on the back was too much ; ' He may C7i.t
as much as he likes,' my brother muttered to me, ' but
I'll take care he never couies again !' 'Bad Manners,'
St. Asaph calls him."
They turned aside from the road up a somewhat muddy
lane and, knocking at the door of a low-roofed farm-
house, were promptly admitted by a hale-looking old
man, who ushered them into a tiled kitchen hung round
with pictures of hunting and racing celebrities, man and
beast, and decorated in such a way as bespoke the
residence of a trainer — a position in life which Mat
Straightley occupied with considerable success.
"Good morning, my lord — good morning, sir!" he
said cheerily. " Yes, sir, I fetched Achates from Mr.
Manners' place last night," he answered to Dick
Evelyn's question.
"And how's the mare, Straightley r" Beauclerc asked.
" All right, my lord ; as well as she can be, and as
lively as a kitten. The boys are in the stable, gentle-
men; and if you'll just have something to take the edge
off the morning air, we'll start. A glass of brown
sherry ? You know the tap, my lord ? "
"No, thanks, Straightley. Too early for sherry, don't
you think ? There they are ! By Jove, she does look
well ! "
Evelyn glanced out of the window to the stable-
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yard into which the animals had just been led. A lively
little bay mare, and a long, j^owerfid, short-legged .chest-
nut horse, with a lean head and a w^ell-bred looking
neck, set into a pair of perfect shoulders.
" What do you think of him, Straightley r " Dick asked,
as he finished the rum and milk which had been sub-
stituted for sherry, and took up his hunting crop from
the table.
" Looks likely enough, sir, and would be a good deal
better for a fortnight's work," ]\Iat answered, as he
opened the door, and hurried on to speak to the boys
who were leading the animals down the lane.
"I'm deuced anxious about the 15th, Dick; for if I
don't pull it off I shall be in a very nasty hole, I can tell
you," Lord Beauclerc confided to his friend, as they
followed. " Besides, it would be a pleasure to get a pull
out of Heidenberg. I've dropped more than I like to
think about to that fellow in the last six months : and
though I don't mean to say anything against his honesty,
the w^ay he got hold of the kings that night we played
ecartc at his place was — well, it was unusual ! I'm glad
that I'm not going to ride, myself, at Kenilworth, for I
should be so nervous, and Rosendale won't make a
mistake."
"You don't mean to tell me that you, ' the pillar of a
ducal house,' as Manners calls you, could be made
uncomfortable by the loss of a few hundreds ? " Dick
remarked.
"Yes, I'm a pillar^ all right ; but I'm a pillar without
WHO WON THE KENILWORTH CUP. 203
any capital^' Beauclerc went on, and Dick wondered
whether he meant it for a joke. " Besides, there are a
good many hundreds depending on this race ; however,
I don't fear anything. Heidenberg's horse is about the
best ; but we beat him at Warwick, and meet now on
ten pounds better terms. I want some money, and
should much prefer getting my own back from him to
finding any elsewhere. Is this the ground r " he asked
Straightley, seeing that the horses had stopped, and
that their attendants were removing the hoods and
sheets, and tightening the girths.
" Yes, my lord ; you go right round the flag by the
cottage yonder, then turn rather sharp off to the left
towards where you see another flag on the hill there ;
round that and the next and then you'll come down to
the brook, and home over the hurdles. That's a little
over three miles."
Beauclerc was soon in the saddle, and, so far as per-
fection of seat may be taken as a criterion of jockey-
ship, there was certainly no fault to find with him as he
went lightly over the first hurdle and back again. Dick
mounted Achates, and ]\Iat Straightley, who was more
than rather critical, could find no fault with the way his
legs hung over the saddle. If there was a pin to choose
between the two men perhajDs the choice would have
fallen on Lord Beauclerc ; but I don't think there was.
The horse and mare were in a line before Mat : " Are
you ready, gentlemen V he asked. "Then go !" and in
three seconds the two were over the fence and well into
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the next field, heading for the flag by Straightley's
house, the mare, her own length in front, getting over
the heavy plough more easily than Achates. In this
order they land over a hedge, with a ditch on the take-off
side, into the grass : much better going here ; the mare
shakes her head and plays with her bit as she feels her
rider's light hand on the rein : Achates following with
a mighty stride. Easily over some posts and rails,
gently in and out of a double, and round the first flag ;
the mare with, perhaps, a trifle the better lead than
before while ascending the hill. More than half the
journey is over, and Beauclerc puts on a little spurt and
comes down quickly to the water ; but Achates is not to
be shaken ofl", and they land over the brook simul-
taneously. It is half a mile to home, over two hurdles,
and the mare's rider glances anxiously at his com-
panion, who is pounding away steadily on nearly equal
terms with him. There is a slight jerk in the mare's
stride, and a want of that free spring with which she
started, for the pace has been very hot. Over the
hurdle Dick is taking it very quietly, and for the first
time Beauclerc feels uncomfortable, and inclined to
think that he is only keeping the half length ahead on
sufferance. They charge the last hurdle together.
Neither of the animals have been touched as yet ; but
Beauclerc sees that if he is to win he must fight for it,
so he takes tight hold of the mare's head, and sets her
going. She pluckily responds, and shoots out beyond
Achates ; but only for a moment, for when Dick takes
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up his whij^ his horse is immediately seen in advance,
and gallops past Straightley first by two lengths.
They pull up as soon as possible, and walk back
to him side by side. At length Dick broke the
silence.
" I suppose you were trying, Beau ? " he asked.
Lord Beauclerc was almost too staggered to speak,
but at last he found tongue to reply :
" I was trying hard enough, I assure you ! "
" I wasn't particularly. Achates seems to show it
more than the mare, but all the same, I could have won
a good deal further," Dick answered, hardly knowing
what to make of it.
"What's the matter with her, Straightley?" Beau-
clerc asked, with a tinge of vexation in his voice, as
they rejoined the trainer.
" Nothing the matter with her, my lord, but she can't
gallop like the chestnut — nor jump, neither ; and what's
more, he'll be 7 lbs. better by the 15th. I'm afraid it's
all up with our chance !" Mat said in a sorrowful tone;
but, patting the mare's neck forgivingly, " she could
only do her best."
" Yes ; there's not much doubt about that, I fancy ! "
her owner said, as he dismounted — one stage down into
the hole he had spoken about, he fancied.
" What nonsense ! " Dick burst in. " My dear Beau,
what are you thinking of ! I sha'n't run him at Kenil-
worth on any account — of course not ! I wouldn't
interfere with your book for all the world ; but I'll send
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him down to Hednesford, and it'll take a good one to
beat him for the Grand Military, or I'm liiuch mis-
taken."
CHAPTER II.
The 15th of February had dawned, and the sun was
shining down brilliantly on Kenilworth racecourse, as
if he took an interest in sporting matters ; and, indeed,
there seems some ground for the supposition, consider-
ing how good a whip Phoebus is reported to have been
in his ^''ounger days. Beauclerc had left his brother's
drag, and was loitering about by himself near the pad-
dock, noticing with pleasure the slight print his boots
left in the turf, which showed how good was the going.
The mare had progressed to her trainer's entire satis-
faction, and he was proudly leading her about before
her master's admiring eyes. Baron Heidenberg's horse,
Konig, had just arrived, and Beauclerc glanced at it
with a shade of anxiety in his face. As he had con-
fided to Evelyn, the Baron had won a heavy amount
from him lately, and Beauclerc had backed the mare
against Konig to an extent which he could not help
terming heav}^, though that was only one item in the
book he had made about her. However, there didn't
seem much to fear, considering the estimate he could
form of the horse's powers ; neither had he lost faith in
the mare, being rather inclined to believe that Achates
was an altogether exceptional animal.
WHO WON THE KEXIL WORTH CUP. 207
Suddenly Straightley joined him.
"Do you see that, my lord r" he asked, pointing to a
big chestnut which had just entered the field. Beauclerc
recognised it at once, and he and his trainer gazed into
each other's faces.
" Achates ! Nonsense, Straightley. What is he here
for ? "
"To run for this race," answered the trainer savagely,
" he's named for it by Mr. Henford."
" Absurd ! Why, Mr. Evelyn told me — you heard
what he said ! "
"Yes, my lord, and I have just heard what that boy
said, too," Straightley answered, and they walked
towards the groom who was attending to the new
arrival.
" Is Mr. Evelyn going to ride, boy ? " Beauclerc
inquired.
" No, sir. Sam Wyatt has the mount," was the
answer. Wyatt was a professional who had often
ridden for Evelyn, and who approached at this moment,
with a blue jacket showing under his great-coat —
Evelyn's colours.
" T/uy know it, too," Straightley said as they turned
away, jerking his head towards the noisy ring ; " the
mare's gone back two points in the betting."
" Five to two, bar one ! " " Five to two agin Lady
May ! " resounded from the crowded enclosure. They
had been betting six to four against the mare jDreviously,
so the secret had oozed out.
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" Well, Straightley, we must do our best, that's all ! "
Beauclerc said, as he left his trainer's side rather
hastily; for he did not want to be told that if Achates
stood up, Lady May had no chance ; he knew that, but
he was more hurt at the duplicity of his friend than at
the almost certain loss that was coming upon him.
Evelyn had left Carryl, and professed his inability to
come to the races ; but still Beauclerc was not much
surprised, when he had walked about fifty yards, to see
his treacherous friend approaching him behind the line
of carriages drawn up by the rails.
*' I've been looking for you everywhere. Beau ! You
see, I got away after all ! " Dick said.
" So I perceive, Mr. Evelyn ; and now I wish you a
good morning, sir," Beauclerc answered, turning round.
Dick seemed a good bit astonished, and stood gazing
vaguely, for a moment. He evidently had not expected
this cut, and appeared quite unable to make it out : but,
checking an impulse to use strong language, he fol-
lowed Beauclerc ; who responded to a tap on the
shoulder by a contemptuous, rather than an angry
stare.
*' Lord Beauclerc, we've been friends for a good many
years, and we parted friends when I left Carryl last
week. You know enough of me to be sure that I don't
want to force my society on any one ; but all the same,
I can't help thinking from your manner that you are
labouring under a delusion of some kind, and I should
like to put it right."
WHO WON THE KENILWORTH CUP. 209
" There is no delusion, sir," Beauclerc answered.
" Then, what the deuce is it ? Will you kindly ex-
plain, because I'm not aware of having done anything
particularly atrocious since last week ? " said Evelyn.
" I think I've seen that animal before, Mr. Evelyn ! "
and Beauclerc pointed to a group, in which Wyatt
was inspecting his horse's trappings preparatory to
mounting.
" I've no doubt you have, Lord Beauclerc, and I was
just going to tell you about it ; but your strange man-
ner repelled the confidence." He was silent for a
moment, and then continued : " Look here, Beauclerc,
we've been a good deal together since we were boys,
and I don't think you've ever known me do anything
exceptionally blackguardly ? "
" j\Iost certainly not ; and I'm, therefore, the more
surprised, Evelyn "
" Will you defer your surprise for half an hour, and
put yourself entirely in my hands ? Will you ? " Dick
asked.
For half a second Beauclerc paused. Achates, he
felt certain, could win this race. There stood Achates
in perfect health and condition. If Evelyn didn't intend
to win, he was going to rope his horse and lose on pur-
pose, and that was just about as low a thing to do as to
go for the race after the assurance he had given his
friend on the morning of the trial. This side of the
question seemed very close and conclusive ; but, on the
other hand, Dick was a gentleman, and so that side of
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the scale came down the heavier, and Beauclerc gave
consent.
"Have you hedged at all?" Evelyn inquired.
"Not a penny," Beauclerc answered — perhaps just a
trifle regretfully.
"And you think that the mare can beat everything
but Achates ? "
" Yes ; I'm pretty sure of that, because "
Before he could finish the sentence, Heidenberg
joined the pair, with a gorgeous-bound betting-book
in his hand, and fully equipped for the race.
" I suppose you don't care to do any more about your
mare, my lord?" said the Baron.
Beauclerc glanced at Dick, who slightly nodded. To
refuse would have been to betray want of confidence,
and though Beauclerc really did not care to " do any
more," with a stupid absence of decision of character
he answered :
" Your supposition is incorrect. Baron ; I am quite
ready to go on."
" Five to two, then, against Lady INIay ? In thou-
sands ? " and Beauclerc nodded assent.
" With you, sir, if you will. Do you back the mare ? "
the foreigner said to Dick, with whom he was slightly
acquainted, and who answered with a bow, "In hun-
dreds. Baron."
Then the bell rang to clear the course for the im-
portant race ; and Beauclerc, j^referring the stand to his
brother's drag, ascended the structure with Dick, and
WHO WON THE KENIL WORTH CUP. 211
very soon the horses swept past in their preliminary-
canter. Rosendale, in a bright pink jacket with white
sleeves, came first on the mare ; then Konig, a power-
ful, good-looking horse, ridden by his owner, in black
and red. Wyatt's mount attracted a good deal of atten-
tion, as did Hades, a handsome black. There were
three others, against which you might have obtained
long odds.
Beauclerc made efforts at ordinary conversation, but
without success ; for though Evelyn took matters much
in his usual easy way, it was impossible to hide the fact
that there was a shadow of some sort between the two
men ; and, indeed, perhaps they were both too anxious
to be thoroughly cheerful.
The start was effected a little to the left of the stand,
and immediately afterwards the seven horses swept
past in a compact body : they had not jumped as yet.
Except by a swindle, Beauclerc could not see how
Achates was to be prevented from winning; and he
was debating earnestly within himself as to whether he
ought not to have warned Rosendale of the danger to
be anticipated from the unexpected arrival when the lot
came in sight for the second time, Hades leading,
galloping hard ; Konig next ; Lady May well ujo,
pulling double; three more in straggling order; but
Achates — where was he ?
"Where's Achates?" Beauclerc asked. The horse
could jump, and AVyatt could ride, and altogether
the affair looked very ugly for Dick Evelyn. "Ah!
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212 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
why — it can't be. Yes — there he is ! Look ! look,
Dick ! "
At the second fence — some posts and rails — which
the horses were just approaching for the second time,
was Wyatt, fighting angrily with his refractory mount.
Persuasion hadn't succeeded in making him jump, so
his jockey was trying abuse. Beauclerc remembered
having heard Dick say, "He'd go at a haystack — I
don't say jump it, but he'd try;" and the fence which
stopped him now was nothing. The others rushed
over, and then, momentarily inspired by the example,
Wyatt's beast went at it also with a feeble sort of hop,
knocked all his four legs hard, and, having tumbled
down, didn't seem to care at all about getting up any
more.
"Look at him! Do you see?" cried Beauclerc,
gazing through his field-glasses.
"No, I don't," Dick answered, with his glass focussed
on the performance ; " and if you can see Achates, all I
can say is I congratulate you on your eyesight, for that
noble animal is at the present moment comfortably
reposing in his stall at Hednesford."
" What ! why — who, then ? " vaguely cried Beau-
clerc, less than ever able to make it out.
" I'll tell you directly. Look out ! Here they
come ! " And they did come ; only three in it now,
Konig leading, but evidently with labour; then, neck-
and-neck, Hades and the mare ; but she is going well
within herself, and the man on Hades is hard at work.
WHO WON THE KEXILWORTH CUP. 213
At the distance Rosendale sets her going, and Beau-
clerc felt her between his knees as he looked — he knew
that bounding stride so well ! On she comes up to
Konig's shoulders — level — a head — a neck — half a
length — a length in front : like a greyhound, like a
deer, like just whatever gallops best of all. Hades is
nearly done with : Heidenberg sits down and begins to
ride furiously ; but I think Rosendale has backed his
mount rather heavily, for he laughs aloud as his pink
jacket shoots past the post first by three lengths.
Beauclerc laughs too, as a man may be permitted to
do when he is ;^ 12,000 to the good.
" Yah ! " shouted the crowd as the supposititious
Achates rejoins his companions by crossing the first
fence in the wrong direction ; and Evelyn gives his
explanation :
" I told Manners how good Achates was, and that I
was going to enter him for this race and some others.
Manners thought that if Achates could jump, Fidus,
being similarly shaped, must be gifted with similar
powers. (You may judge what a perfect match the two
are.) So he entered his animal, and engaged Wyatt to
ride ; and if Mr. Wyatt has not mounted one of my old
jackets he's got something uncommonly like it."
" But how is it that the mare went back, and wasn't
favourite at the start r" Beauclerc wondered.
" I fancy that is to be attributed to one of Straight-
ley's boys, who probably made the same mistake as
you. He knew that the horse he fetched from Manners'
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stables had beaten the mare, and not knowing that I
had bought Achates and taken him away, naturally
thought that it was Fidus. That's the only way I can
see out of it, at least," Dick answered.
By this time Fidus had reached the neighbourhood of
the paddock, w^here the two friends stood, and they
looked at him with varying emotions. Wyatt dis-
mounted, and, not at all abashed at that little matter of
the borrowed jacket, gave a grin expressive of comic
disgust as he slid from the saddle and acknowledged
Dick's presence.
" And so that is Fidus, is it r " Beauclerc asked.
"That is the noble animal, though he doesn't appear
to advantage with a saddle and bridle on, especially
with a jockey on his back and a plaited mane," Dick
replied.
Beauclerc looked at the unconscious cause of his late
perplexity, and then at the card.
** What are you studying ? " Dick asked.
" There's no Fidus down here r " Beauclerc said,
reading the list of horses.
"I dare say not, but there's a 'Juno' though. In
some strange way Manners found out that Fidus wasn't
a name, and he discovered that Juno was ; so with a
trifling disregard for gender the animal was rechris-
tcned. He told me he knew Juno was a 'proper name.'
I was going to say, under the circumstances, it was a
very improper name, only I did not see the good of
explaining."
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In the paddock, watching the saddling of a horse St.
Asaph was going to run in the next race, Beauclerc
began to knock a hole in the ground with his heel,
watching the excavation attentively. Presently he
gave tongue :
" I say, Dick — I beg your pardon — I had a very
unhappy half-hour, I can tell you ; but I thoroughly
deserved it for behaving like a cad, in not being assured
that a gentleman's word is more worthy of credence
than a fellow's eyesight."
Dick Evelyn smiled very kindly :
" Poor old Beau," he said, "you didn't suppose that
I was going to put you in a hole, did you r " and then
they strolled off arm in arm.
I don't think that their friendship was at all de-
creased because of the misunderstanding which took
place the day that the Kenilworth Cup was not won
by Achates.
XXI.
ONLY THE MARE.
When one opens a suspicious-looking envelope and
finds something about " ]\Ir. Shopley's respectful com-
pliments " on the inside of the flap, the chances are that
Mr. Shopley is hungering for what we have Ovid's
authority for terming irritaincnta malonmi. Not wish-
ing to have my appetite for breakfast spoiled, I did not
pursue my researches into a communication of this sort
which was amongst my letters on a certain morning in
November, but turned over the pile until the familiar
caligraphy of Bertie Peyton caught my 6)^6 ; for Bertie
was Nellie's brother, and Nellie Peyton, it had been
decided, would shortly cease to be Nellie Peyton ; a
transformation for which I was the person most respon-
sible. Bertie's communication was therefore seized
with avidity. It ran as follows : —
" The Lodge, Holmesdale.
" My dear Charlie,
" I sincerely hope that you have no important en-
gagements just at present, as I want you down here
most particularly.
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" You know that there was a small race-meeting at
Bibury the other day. I rode over on Little Lady, and
found a lot of the 140th Dragoons there ; that conceited
young person Blankney amongst the number. Now,
although Blankney has a very considerable personal
knowledge of the habits and manners of the ass, he
doesn't know much about horses ; and for that reason
he saw fit to read us a lecture on breeding and training,
pointing his moral and adorning his tale with a refer-
ence to my mare — whose pedigree, you know, is above
suspicion. After, however, he had kindly informed us
what a thoroughbred horse ought to be, he looked at
Little Lady and said, ' Now, I shouldn't think that
thing was thoroughbred ! ' It ended by my matching
her against that great raw-boned chestnut of his : three
and a half miles over the steeplechase course, to be run
at the Holmesdale Meeting, on the 4th December.
" As you may guess, I didn't want to win or lose a lot
of money, and when he asked what the match should be
for, I suggested ^£20 a side.' * Hardly worth while
making a fuss for ^20! ' he said, rather sneerily. '^120,
if you like ! ' I answered, rather angrily, hardly mean-
ing what I said; but he pounced on the offer. Of course
I couldn't retract, and so, very stupidly, I plunged
deeper into the mire, and made several bets with the
fellows who were round us. They gave me 3 to i
against the mare, but I stand to lose nearly ^500.
"You see now what I want. I ride quite 12 stone, as
you know; the mare is to carry 11 stone, and you can
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just manage that nicely. I know you'll come if you
can, and if you telegraph I'll meet you.
" Yours ever,
"Bertie Peyton.
" P.S. — Nellie sends love, and hopes to see you. No
one is here, but the aunt is coming shortly."
I was naturally anxious to oblige him, and luckily
had nothing to keep me in town ; so the afternoon saw
me rapidly speeding southwards, and the evening
comfortably domiciled at The Lodge.
Bertie, who resided there with his sister, was not a
rich man. ;^5oo was a good deal more than he could
afford to lose, and poor little Nellie was in a great
flutter of anxiety and excitement in consequence of her
brother's rashness. As for the mare, she could gallop
and jump ; and though we had no means of ascertaining
the abilities of Blankney's chestnut, we had sufficient
faith in our Little Lady to enable us to come "up to the
scratch smiling ; " and great hopes that we should be
enabled to laugh at the result in strict accordance with
the permission given in the old adage, " Let those laugh
who win."
It was not very pleasant to rise at an abnormal hour
every morning, and, arrayed in great-coats and com-
forters sufficient for six people, to rush rapidly about the
country ; but it was necessary. I was a little too heavy,
and we could not afford to throw away any weight, nor
did I wish to have my saddle reduced to the size of a
OXLV THE MARE. zic)
cheese-plate, as would have been my fate had I been
unable to reduce myself. Breakfast, presided over by
Nellie, compensated for all matutinal discomforts ; and
then she came round to the stables to give her equine
prototype an encouraging pat and a few words of advice
and endearment which I verily believe the gallant little
mare understood, for it rubbed its nose against her
shoulder as though it would say, "Just you leave it in
my hands — or rather, to my feet — and I'll make it all
right! " Then we started for our gallop, Bertie riding
a steady old iron-grey hunter.
The fourth of December arrived, and the mare's con-
dition was splendid. " As fit as a liddle " was the
verdict of Smithers, a veterinary surgeon v\^ho had done
a good deal of training in his time, and who super-
intended our champion's preparation ; and though wc
were ignorant of the precise degree of fitness to which
fiddles usually attain, he seemed pleased, and so con-
sequently were we. Unfortunately, on this morning-
Bertie's old hunter proved to be very lame, so I was
forced to take my last gallop by myself; and with
visions of success on the morrow, I passed rapidly
through the keen air over the now familiar way ; for the
course was within a couple of miles of the house, and so
we had the great advantage of being able to accustom
the mare to the very journey she would have to take.
Bertie was in a field at the back of the stables when
I neared home again. " Come on ! " he shouted, point-
ing to a nasty, hog-backed stile, which separated us. I
2 20 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
gave Little Lady her head, and she cantered up to it,
lighting on the other side like a very bird ! Bertie
didn't s|3eak as I trotted ujd to him, but he looked up
into my face with a triumphant smile more eloquent
than words.
"You've given her enough, haven't you?" he re-
marked, patting her neck, as I dismounted in the yard.
" You've given her enough " usually signifies " you've
given her too much." But I thoug^ht not, and we
walked round to the house tolerably well convinced that
the approaching banking transactions would be on the
right side of the book.
Despite a walk with Nellie, and the arrival of a pile
of music from town, the afternoon passed rather slowly ;
perhaps we were too anxious to be cheerful. To make
matters worse, dinner was to be postponed till nine
o'clock, for the aunt was coming, and Nellie was afraid
the visitor would be offended if they did not wait for her.
" You look very bored and tired, sir !' " said Nellie,
pouting prettily ; " I believe you'd yawn if it wasn't
rude ! "
I assured her that I could not, under any circum-
stances, be guilty of such an enormity.
" It's just a quarter past seven. We'll go and meet
the carriage, and then perhaps you'll be able to keep
awake until dinner-time ! " and so with a look of dignity
which would have been very effective if the merry smile
in her eyes had been less apparent after, the little lady
swept out of the room ; to return shortly arrayed in furs,
ONLY THE MARE. 221
a most coquettish-looking hat, and the smallest and
neatest possible pair of Balmoral boots, which in their
efforts to appear strong and sturdy only made their
extreme delicacy more decided.
" Come, sleepy boy ! " said she, holding out a grey-
gloved hand. I rose submissively, and followed her out
of the snug drawing-room to the open air.
Bertie was outside, smoking.
" We are going to meet the aunt, dear," explained
Nellie. " I'm afraid she'll be cross, because it's so
cold."
" She's not quite so inconsequent as that, I should
fancy ; but it is cold, and isn't the ground hard ! " I said.
'* It is hard ! " cried Bertie, stamping vigorously.
'' By Jove ! I hope it's not going to freeze ! " and afflicted
by the notion — for a hard frost would have rendered it
necessary to postpone the races — he hurried off to the
stables, to consult one of the men who was weather-
wise.
Some stone steps led from the terrace in front of the
house to the lawn ; at either end of the top-step was a
large globe of stone, and on to one of these thoughtless
little Nellie climbed. I stretched out my hand, fearing
that the weather had made it slippery, but before I could
reach her she slipped and fell.
" You rash little creature ! " I said, expecting that she
would spring up lightly.
" Oh ! my foot ! " she moaned ; and gave a little
shriek of pain as she put it to the ground.
222 SKETCHES IN THE HLWTIXG FIELD.
I took her in my arms, and, summoning her maid,
carried her to the drawing-room.
"Take off her boot," I said to tlie girl, but Nellie could
not bear to have her foot touched, and feebly moaned
that her arm hurt her.
" Oh, pray send for a doctor, sir! " implored the maid,
while Nellie only breathed heavily, with half-closed
eyes ; and horribly frightened I rushed off, hardly wait-
ing to say a word to the poor little sufferer.
" Whatever is the matter r " Bertie cried, as I burst
into the harness-room.
" Where's the doctor ? " I replied, hastily. "Nellie's
hurt herself — sprained her ankle, and hurt her arm —
broken it, perhaps ! "
" How ? When r " he asked.
"There's no time to explain. She slipped down.
Where's the doctor r"
" Our doctor is ill, and has no substitute. There's no
one nearer than Lawson, at Oakley, and that's ten
miles, very nearly."
" Then I must ride at once," I reply.
" Saddle my horse as quickly as possible," said Bertie
to the groom.
" He's lame, sir, can't move ! " the man replied, and
I remembered that it was so.
" Put a saddle on one of the carriage-horses — any-
thing so long as there's no delay."
" They're out, sir ! Gone to the station. There's
nothing in the stable — only the mare ; and to gallop
OXLV THE MARE. 223
her to Oakley over the ground as it is to-night will
pretty well do for her chance to-morrow — to say nothing
of the twelve miles back again. The carriage will be
home in less than an hour, sir," the man remonstrated,
" It may be, you don't know, the trains are so horridly
unpunctual. Saddle the mare, Jarvis, as quickly as you
can — every minute may be of the utmost value ! " As
Bertie spoke \he faintest look of regret showed itself on
his face for a second : for of course he knew that such a
journey would very materially affect, if it did not entirely
destroy, the mare's chance.
Jarvis, who I think had been speculating, very reluc-
tantly took down the saddle and bridle from their pegs, but
I snatched them from his arms, and, assisted by Bertie,
was leading her out of the stable in a very few seconds.
" Hurry on ! Never mind the mare — good thing she's
in condition," said Bertie, who only thought now of his
sister. " I'll go and see the girl."
" I can cut across the fields, can't I, by the cross
roads ? " I asked, settling in the saddle.
"No ! no ! Keep to the highway; it's safer at night.
Go on ! " I heard him call as I went at a gallop down
the cruelly hard road.
The ground rang under the mare's feet, and in spite
of all my anxiety for Nellie I could not help feeling one
pang of regret for Little Lady, whose free, bounding
action augured well for what her chances w^ould have
been on the morrow — chances which I felt were rapidly
dying out; for if this journey didn't lame her nothing
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would. Stones had just been put down, as a matter of
course ; but there was no time for picking the' way, and
taking tight hold of her head we sped on.
About a mile from the Lodge I came to the cross
roads. Before me was a long vista of stones — regular
rocks, so imperfectly were they broken : to the right was
the smoother and softer pathway over the fields— perfect
going in comparison with the road. Just over this
fence, a hedge, and with hardly another jump I should
come again into the highway, saving quite two miles by
the cut. Bertie had said " Don't," but probably he had
spoken thoughtlessly, and it was evidently the best
thing to do, for the time I saved might be of the greatest
value to poor little suffering Nellie. I pulled up, and
drew the mare back to the opposite hedge. She knew
her work thoroughly. Two bounds took her across the
road ; she rose — the next moment I was on my back,
shot some distance into the field, and she was struggling
up from the ground. There had been a post and rail
whose existence I had not suspected, placed some six
feet from the hedge on the landing side. She sprang
up, no bones were broken ; and I, a good deal shaken
and confused, rose to my feet, wondering what to do
next. I had not had time to collect my thoughts when
I heard the rattle of a trap on the road ; it speedily
approached, and the moonlight revealed the jolly
features of old Tom Heathfield, a friendly farmer.
" Accident, sir r " he asked, pulling up. *' What !
Mr. Vaughan ! " as he caught sight of my face. " What's
the why! that ain't the mare, sure/zi:.^ "
ONLY THE MARE. 225
All the neighbourhood was in a ferment of excitement
about the races, and the sight of Little Lady in such a
place at such a time struck horror to the honest old
farmer.
" Yes, it is — I'm sorry to say. Miss Peyton has met
with an accident. I was going for the doctor, and
unfortunately there was nothing else in the stable."
" You was going to Oakley, I s'pose, sir ? It'll be
ruination to the mare. Miss Peyton hurt herself! I'll
bowl over, sir ; it won't take long ; this little horse o'
mine can trot a good 'un ; and I can bring the doctor
with me. The fences, there, is mended with wire.
You'd cut the mare to pieces."
" I can't say how obliged to you I am "
" Glad of the opportunity of obliging Miss Peyton —
very glad indeed, sir!" He was just starting when he
checked himself. "There's a little public-house about
a hundred yards farther on ; if you don't mind waiting
there I'll send Smithers to look at the mare. I pass his
house. All right, sir."
His rough little cob started off at a pace for which I
had not given it credit ; and I slowly followed, leading
the mare towards the glimmering light which Heath-
field had pointed out. My charge stepped out well, and
I didn't think that there was anything wrong, though I
was glad, of course, to have a professional opinion.
A man was hanging about the entrance to the public-
house, and with his assistance the mare was bestowed
in a kind of shed, half cow-house, half stable ; and as
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2 26 SKETCHES IX THE HUNTING FIE ID.
the inside of the establishment did not look by any
means inviting, I lit a cigar and lounged about outside,
awaiting the advent of Smithers.
He didn't arrive ; and in the course of wandering to
and fro I found myself against a window. Restlessly
I was just moving away when a voice inside the room
repeated the name of Blankucy. I started, and, turning
round, looked in. It was a small apartment, with a
sanded floor, and two persons Avere seated on chairs
before the fire conversing earnestly. One of them was
a middle-aged man, clad in a brown great-coat with a
profusion of fur collar and cuffs which it would scarcely
be libel .to term " mangy." He was the owner of an
unwholesome, pasty face, decorated as to the chin with
a straggling crop of bristles which he would have
probably termed an imperial.
" Wust year I ever 'ad ! " he exclaimed (and a broken
pane in the window enabled me to hear distinctly).
" The Two Thousand 'orse didn't run ; got in deep over
the Derby ; H ascot was hawful ; and though I had a
moral for the Leger, it came to grief."
His own morals, judging from his appearance and
conversation, appeared to have followed the example of
that for the Leger.
" I can't follow your plans about this race down here,
though," said his companion, a younger man, who
seemed to hold the first speaker in great awe despite his
confessions of failure. "Don't you say that this young
Blankney's horse can't get the distance ? "
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" I do. He never was much good, I 'ear ; never won
nothing, though he's run hurdle-races two or three
times ; and since Phil Kelly's been preparing of him
for this race he's near about broke down. His legs
swells up like bolsters after his gallops ; and he can't
hardly get three miles at all, I don't believe, without he's
pulled up and let lean against something on the journey
to rest hisself."
" And yet you're backing him ? "
*' And yet I'm backing of him."
"This young Peyton's mare can't be worse r" said
the younger man interrogatively.
"That mare, it's my belief, would stand at eight to
one for the Grand National if she was entered, and some
of the swells saw 'er. She's a real good un ! " replied
the man with the collar.
" I see. You've got at her jockey. You're an artful
one, you are ! "
As the jockey to whom they alluded, I was naturally
much interested.
"No, I ain't done that, neither. He's a gentleman,
and it's no use talkin' to such as 'im. They ain't got
the sense to take up a good thing when they see it —
though, for the matter o' that, some of the perfessionals
is as bad as the gentlemen — them as is gentlemen, I
mean, for some of the reg'lar gentlemen riders is downy
and comfortable. All's fair in love and war, says I ;
and this 'ere's war."
" Does Blankney know how bad his horse is ? "
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i28 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
" No, bless yer ! That ain't Phil Kelly's game."
(Kelly was, I knew, the man who had charge of my
opponent's horse.)
"Well then, just explain, will you; for /can't see."
From the recesses of his garment the elder man
pulled out a short stick about fifteen inches in length,
at the end of which was a loop of string; and from
another pocket he produced a small paper parcel.
" D'yer know what that is ? That's a * twitch.' D'yer
know what that is r That's med'cine. I love this 'ere
young feller's mare so much I'm a-goin' to give it some
nicey med'cine myself; and this is the right stuff. I've
been up to the house to-day, and can find my way into
the stable to-night when it's all quiet. Just slip this
loop over 'er lip, and she'll open 'er mouth. Down goes
the pill, and as it goes down the money goes into my
pocket. Them officer fellers and their friends have
been backing Blankney's 'orse ; but Phil Kelly will
take care that they hear at the last moment that he's no
good. Then they'll rush to lay odds on the mare — and
the mare won't win."
They laughed, and nudged each other in the side, and
I felt a mighty temptation to rush into the room and
nudge their heads with my fist. Little Lady's delicate
lips, which Nellie had so often petted, to be desecrated
by the touch of such villains as these !
While struggling to restrain myself I heard a step
behind me, and, turning round, I saw Smithers. We
proceeded to the stable ; and I hastily recounted to him
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what had happened, and what I had heard, as he
examined the mare by the aid of a bull's-eye lantern.
He passed his hand very carefully over her, whilst I
looked on with anxious eyes.
" She's knocked a bit of skin off here, you see." He
pointed to a place a little below her knee, and, drawing
a small box from his pocket, anointed the leg. " But
she's all right. All right, ain't you, old lady ? " he said,
patting her ; and his cheerful tone convinced me that
he was satisfied. " We'll lead her home. I'll go with
you, sir ; and it's easy to take means to prevent any
foul play to-night."
When we reached home the doctor was there, and
pronounced that, with the exception of a slightly
sprained ankle, Nellie had sustained no injury.
Rejoicing exceedingly, we proceeded to the stable;
Heathfield, who heard my story, and who was delighted
at the prospect of some fun, asking permission to .
accompany us.
Collars had doubtless surveyed the premises carefully,
for he arrived about eleven o'clock, and clambered
quietly and skilfully into the hayloft above the stable,
after convincing himself that all was quiet inside. He
opened the trap-door, and down came a foot and leg,
feeling about to find a resting- place on the par-
tition which divided Little Lady's loose box from
the other stalls. Bertie and I took hold of the leg,
and assisted him down, to his intense astonishment ;
while Heathfield and a groom gave chase to, and ulti-
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mately captured, his friend, the watcher on the thres-
hold.
^ si' s!> si* kl^ sl^
" If I'm well enough to do anything I'm well enough
to lie on the sofa ; and there's really no difference
between a sofa and an easy-chair — if my foot is resting
— and I'm sure the carriage is easier than any chair;
and it can't matter about my foot being an inch or two
higher or lower — and as for shaking, that's all nonsense.
It's very unkind indeed of you not to want to take me ;
and if you won't, directly you're gone I'll get up, and
walk about, and stamp ! "
Thus Nellie, in answer to advice that she should
remain at home. How it ended may easily be guessed ;
and though we tried to be dignified, as we drove along,
to punish her for her wilfulness, her pathetic little
expressions of sorrow that she should " fall down and
hurt herself, and be such a trouble to everybody," and
child-like assurances that she would " try not to do so
any more," soon made us smile, and forget our half-
pretended displeasure. So with the aunt to take care of
her, in case Bertie and I were insufficient, we reached
the course.
The first three races were run, and then the card
said : —
3.15 Match, ;^I20 a side, over the Steeplechase Course, about three miles and
a half.
1. Air. Blankney, 140th R.D.G., ch. h. Jibboom, list. 7lb., rose, black and
gold cap.
2. Mr. Peyton, b. m. Little Lady, list, sky blue, white cap.
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Blankney was sitting on the regimental drag, arrayed
in immaculate boots and breeches, and after the neces-
sary weighing ceremony had been gone through, he
mounted the great Jibboom, which Phil Kelly had been
leading about : the latter gentleman had a rather
anxious look on his face, but Blankney evidently
thought he was on a good one, and nodded confidently
to his friends on the drag as he lurched down the
course.
Little Lady was brought up to me, Smithers being in
close attendance.
" I sJiall be so glad if you win," Nellie found oppor-
tunity to whisper.
"What will you give me ? " I greedily inquire.
^' Anything yoM ask me," is the reply; and my heart
beats high as, having thrown off my overcoat, weighed
and mounted, Little Lady bounds down the course, and
glides easily over the hurdle in front of the stand.
Bertie and Smithers were waiting at the starting-
place ; and, having shaken hands with Blankney, to
whom Bertie introduced me, I went apart to exchange
the last few sentences with my friends.
Bertie is a trifle pale, but has confidence ; and
Smithers seems to possess a large supply of the latter
quality. In however high esteem we hold our own
opinions, we are glad of professional advice when it
comes to the push ; and I seek instructions.
"No, sir, don't you wait on him. Go away as hard
as you can directly the flag drops. I don't like the look
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of that chestnut's legs — or, rather, I do like the look of
them for our sakes. Go away as hard as ever you can ;
but take it easy at the fences : and, excuse me, sir, but
just let the mare have her head when she jumps, and
she'll be all right. People talk about ' lifting horses at
their fences : ' I only knew one man who could do it,
and he made mistakes."
I nod ; smiling as cheerfully as anxiety will permit
me. The flag falls, and Little Lady skims over the
ground, the heavy chestnut thundering away behind.
Over the first fence — a hedge — and then across a
ploughed field ; rather hard going, but not nearly so
bad as I expected it would have been : the mare
moving beautifully. Just as I reach the second fence a
boy rushes across the course, baulking us ; and before I
can set her going again Jibboom has come up level, and
is over into the grass beyond, a second before us ; but I
shoot past and again take up the running. Before us
are some posts and rails — rather nasty ones ; the mare
tops them, and the chestnut hits them hard with all four
legs. Over more grass ; and in front, flanked on either
side by a crowd of white faces, is the water-jump. I
catch hold of the bridle and steady her ; and then, with
just one touch of the whip — needless — she rises, flies
through the air, and lands lightly on the other side.
Half a minute after I hear a heavy splash ; but when,
after jumping the hurdle into the course, I glance over
my shoulder, the chestnut is still pounding away behind :
they had made a mistake, but picked themselves up
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undamaged. As I skim along past the stand the first
time round and the line of carriages opposite, I catch
sight of a waving white handkerchief: it is Nellie; and
my confused glimpse imperfectly reveals Bertie and
Smithers standing on the box.
I had seen visions of a finish, in which a certain
person clad in a light-blue jacket had shot ahead just
in the nick of time, and landed the race by consummate
jockeyship after a neck-and-neck struggle for the last
quarter of a mile. This did not happen, however, for,
as I afterwards learned, the chestnut refused a fence
before he had gone very far, and, having at last been
got over, came to grief at the posts and rails the second
time round. Little Lady cantered in alone, Blankncy
strolling up some time afterwards.
There is no need to make record of Bertie's delight at
the success. We messed next day with the 140th.
Blankney and his brethren were excessively friendly,
and seemed pleased and satisfied ; as most assuredly
were we. Blankney opines that he went rather too fast
at the timber ; but a conviction seemed to be gaining
ground towards the close of the evening that he had not
gone fast enough at any period of the race.
And for Nellie r She kept her promise, and granted
my request ; and very soon after the ankle is well we
shall require the services of other horses — grey ones !
XXII.
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE.
CHAPTER I.
A MAN who strolls into his club after an absence, and
is greeted with a cheery " Hallo ! Here he is again !
How are you r " experiences one of the small pleasures
which go towards making life comfortable, and my
friends at the Smoking Room were dissembling very
successfully, or they were really glad to see me, as,
after being kejDt away for a short time for family
reasons — the death of an uncle more rich in money
than in amiability or affection — I re-entered the jjortals
of that agreeable institution and found an extremely
good-tempered party sitting round the fire.
" Well, Charlie, did the poor old boy cut up well ? "
Harquier asks, abandoning the sentimental for the
practical view of the question.
" Gorgeously," I reply, " though I only have a very
small slice — ^500. Several metropolitan and provincial
asylums benefit, and the balance is, as usual when rich
men leave money, distributed among those who do not
in the least want it."
A.y ECCENTRIC CHASE. 235
"Got ^500, eh?" says my particular friend Leonard,
as the general conversation which was in progress
when I entered the club continues. " Lucky beggar !
I wish I had. It's always you fellows who don't care
about such things that get them. Why do the richest
men in the club invariably win all the sweeps V
" I can't answer conundrums," I reply, " and I don't
see where my luck comes in. What would you do with
i:500r"
"I should make it ^10,000," Leonard answers de-
cidedly.
" A most excellent suggestion, which only one trifling
circumstance prevents me from putting into immediate
effect — I haven't the slightest notion how to set about
it," I tell him.
" Back jMuffin Boy for the Gloucester Cujd," he
solemnly rejoins.
" Good thing, you believe r "
" Coining money, my dear fellow, simply. Look
here ! " he continued, taking up the evening paper.
"He's now at 25 to i — '^^ to i at Manchester, but you very
likely wouldn't get such good odds. You might depend
on 20 to I, however, certainly, and — there you are ! "
" If Muffin Boy is where he ought to be, that is to
say \ " I inquire.
" Just look here ! " Leonard begins again ; and after
an elaborate disquisition, showing what this excellent
creature had done at diiferent places under different
weights, he proves to demonstration that the Glou-
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cester Cup is an iibsolute certainty for him, and
would be hardly less so if he had i2lbs. more to carry.
The tale is plausible, and the reasons why the
horse did not win at Goodwood sound quite convincing.
Leonard, too, is an admirable judge both of horses and
of racing — two very different things — and the result of
our conversation is that I hand him over a cheque for
the amount of my legacy to be invested on Muffin Boy
at the best obtainable odds, which Leonard is of opinion
will assuredly average 20 to i. ;^50o was of no par-
ticular use to me, who had an income amply sufficient
for all requirements, but ;^ 10,000 would be serviceable
in a variety of ways, and I passed a good deal of time
in studying the market odds, and inwardly debating
what to do with the haul when it was safely landed.
A couple of days passed. IMuffin Boy kept his place
at the tag end of the list, while Ophelia and King
Pippin, the two favourites, gradually advanced to shorter
odds. Evidently the party interested in my horse were
managing him well, and I went round to the club to see
Leonard and congratulate him on our prospects, wonder-
ing meantime how I could repay him for the splendid
service he had done me.
"Mr. Leonard was here inquiring for you, sir," a
waiter tells me, as I pass in. " He wanted to see you
particularly, and said he would look in presently if he
could manage it, sir."
Evidently to tell me that the money was safely on, as
I had been expecting to hear ; so with an increased
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE. 237
feeling of satisfaction I joined the group by the lire and
lighted a cigarette.
" Who's going to win at Gloucester ? " presently in-
quires Herries.
" King Pippin," Caplett replies. " A certainty I
should say. You can't get 2 to i this afternoon, and
it'll very likely be 6 to 4 on him when he starts.
Ophelia's gone wrong. Here's Russford, ask him," he
continued, as the owner of the favourite made his ap-
pearance. " You're going to win next week, aren't you,
Russford ? " Caplett inquires.
" I fancy so. I'm backing him myself, and it seems a
good thing. There was nothing to beat but Ophelia,
and she's out of it," he answers, and the response makes
me begin to feel rather uncomfortable. We are ac-
customed to share our good things freely when we know
anything at the Smoking Room, and I have not the
slightest wish to keep to myself what, since Monday
evening, I have looked on as my brilliant scheme.
" Why shouldn't INIuffin Boy win ? He beat you at
the Epsom Spring Meeting at even weights, Russford ? "
I suggest, remembering this much of what Leonard had
said.
" Quite so. But King Pippin, who wasn't nearly fit
then, was never in such form as he is now, and Muffin
Boy has steadily gone off all the year," Russford
answers, and I remember that this was not by any
means what Leonard had said.
^' Then you think Muffin Boy can't win ? Harford's
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confident, I believe," I remark, for of his owner's belief
in his powers Leonard had informed me.
" Say was confident last week, and j'-oii'll be near the
mark. There are two excellent reasons why Harford
won't beat me. In the first place, his horse couldn't if
he wanted him to ; and, in the second place, he doesn't.
He will start Muffin Boy to make running for Fair
Rosamond, and declare to win with her. You may
depend upon it, Charlie, my boy," Russford goes on,
seeing that I look disturbed ; " they were tried on
Saturday, and the mare's far the best at the weights,
though she isn't good enough to beat the King, I fancy.
Aren't you going to stay and dine r " he asks, as I rise
abruptly.
" In about half an hour," I reply, and instructing the
servants to tell Mr. Leonard I particularly want to see
him if he calls, jump into a hansom and speed away
towards Victoria Street, where he has a flat.
" j\Ir. Leonard in ? " I ask, when his man appears.
" No, sir. Just gone to Paris. Started a few minutes
ago — you must almost have passed him as you come,
sir, if that was from Charing Cross way. Master was
inquiring whether you had called, sir," the man added.
I looked at my w^atch. Just time to catch him before
the mail goes if the man drives quickly, so into the
hansom I plunge, and off we go to Charing Cross. But
the cabby is more willing than skilful, and affords a new
proof of the accuracy of the proverb, " More haste, less
speed." In whipping round a corner the wheel catches
AJV ECCENTRIC CHASE. 239
a kerbstone, down comes the horse, a regular cropper,
and though I save the tumble I had half foreseen,
the mischief is done. It takes two or three minutes to
pick up the horse, which is not hurt, but just reaches
Charing Cross in time to see the mail steaming away-
over the bridge.
Perhaps he has left a letter at the club giving me some
information ? I call in passing, bound back to Victoria
Street to find out where a telegram will reach the trou-
blesome fugitive.
" Mr. Leonard was here a few minutes ago. Gone to
Paris, sir," a waiter tells me.
"Did he leave any note or message ? "
" No, sir. Wasn't here more than five minutes," the
man says ; so muttering what are not precisely bless-
ings on Leonard's erratic proceedings, I return to his
chambers.
" Didn't catch master, sir ? " the servant asks.
"No. Just missed train. Where is he staying in
Paris ? " I inquire.
"Well, sir, I don't rightly know. Master generally
goes to the Imperial, as you are aware, sir ; but he said
last time it was so horrid dirty he shouldn't go again.
Master was speaking about Meurice's the other day,
but there was another gentleman here talking about
another hotel in the Rue de la — I didn't quite get the
name, I'm afraid — and he said he thought he should try
that. He might go to the Imperial, but I wasn't to send
his letters, as his movements was very uncertain, sir."
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What was to be done next ? Depending on letters or
telegrams on such vague directions was manifestly out of
the question. There was nothing for it but to go to Paris
by the morning train and trust to luck in running him
down somewhere or other. About the ^500 I did not
much care. Losing it all would not have afflicted me; but
to make the ring a present by backing a brute that wasn't
intended to win seemed such a grossly idiotic affair that
I was bent on averting the absurdity at all hazards. For
a moment, on arriving at home to dress for a tardy dinner,
I hoped that the expected letter might be there. No ! A
couple of bills, some tickets for a theatre, an invitation
to shoot, and an envelope in Harquier's writing, the
contents of which I knew -without opening it, as he had
told me when I met him in the afternoon that he had
just written to say he could not dine with me as I
had asked him. A glance at the special edition of the
Evenmg ShiJidard showed Muffin Boy at 25 to i, Ophelia
struck out of the Gloucester Cup at 3.20, King Pippin at
7 to 4 taken and wanted, &:c., &c. Paris by the first
train is the nearest way out of the irritating misfortune.
CHAPTER II,
To rise at an offensively preposterous hour on a wet
morning, drive to an uncomfortable railway station, get
on board a damp slippery boat, and cross the Channel in
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE. 2^1
a choppy sea, are such dismal doings that before we were
half-way over I wished that I had made up my mind to
let the whole thing slide and say no more about it. But
then came thoughts of the excellent story some fellows
at the Smoking Room would make out of the affair.
How Charley Welton was going to make a fortune on
the turf, only didn't because the Judge wouldn't give it
to the one that got off best and finished first half way
round ; and that sort of thing, which would have been
very funny indeed with any other hero. I clambered
into the train at Boulogne, where it was raining harder
than it was at Folkestone, only hoping that Leonard
might not have taken refuge at the hotel in the Rue de
la — something that his man did not rightly remember.
For once in the course of my expedition something
like luck seemed to attend my chase. Monsieur Leonard
had gone to the Imperial, whither I first drove, but
Monsieur was out for the moment: his room was 21.
Run to the ground at last, I thought, and giving the
porter, who knew us both, particular instructions to tell
Leonard directly he came in that I had arrived, and
wanted him to dine with me, I strolled down the boule-
vard towards an English club, of which I was a member,
and where I thought it possible that he might be ; for,
though not belonging to the club himself, many of our
friends did. Leonard was not there, however, though I
found a man who had seen him that afternoon, so I
returned to the Imperial.
Had M. Leonard come back? He had, almost the
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moment after Monsieur went out, and left a note for
Monsieur, which the speaker handed to me. I opened
it in fear and trembling. Surely he had not slipped off
again ? But he had.
" Dear Charlie," the note ran, —
*' What the deuce are you doing over here ? Wish
I'd known you were coming, and we'd have travelled
together. Sorry I can't stay to dine, but I'm off to Nice
by the 7.15. Got to see about a villa for my uncle. —
Yours, H. L."
Nice ! A little journey of something over twenty-four
hours ! But I would have followed him now if he had gone
to the Fiji Islands. Why had I not left a note'telling him
that Muffin Boy wasn't meant for the Gloucester Cup ?
However, the next thing was to go to Nice, and there
was certainly plenty of time on the journey to think
what I would do when I got there. The Continental
Bradshaw is a particularly irritating work at all times,
especially for a journey where one gets the " a.m." and
"p.m." mixed up. The 7.15 train by which Leonard
had gone I could not have caught, for it was nearly 7
when I reached the Imperial, and the station for Mar-
seilles is, as most people are aware, nearly an hour's
drive from the Boulevard des Capucines.
There seemed to be a train at 11. 10 p.m., arriving at
Nice at 3.54, and another at 11. 15 a.m., reaching its
destination at 2.6, together with one at 8 p.m., which
never got to Nice at all. The 11.15 in the morning
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE. 243
seemed to be the best, so I determined to dine comfort-
ably, and go to the play for an hour or two, trying to
forget Leonard and Muffin Boy and my ;^ 500.
Next morning I set off on my new journey, and on the
afternoon of the following day we drew up at Nice, the
exquisite views seen from the window of the train, as
we followed the Mediterranean coast-line, almost com-
pensating for the trouble and annoyance. And now,
how to find Leonard ? The villa which his uncle, the
Earl of Horchester, had occupied during a former
winter was up at Cimiez I knew, so thither I drove.
No ! That villa was taken by an Italian family. Down
the hill again, and round to some score of the hotels
which are so plentiful. Neither Kraft nor Chauvain know
M. Leonard, and at the Hotels des Anglais, d'Angle-
terre, de France, de la Grand Bretagne, Mediterranee,
and the rest, I have no better luck. He is not at the
theatre, and I go to bed at last, tired and angry,
wondering whether he will turn up next day, and
trying to think that he is certain to take a stroll in
the Promenade des Anglais before breakfast.
But he does not. I walk and drive all over the town
in vain, till at last, about half-past twelve, I meet little
Flutterton, a friend and member of the Smoking Room,
on the Promenade,
" Hullo ! " he says ; " you here, too r "
" Yes ; arrived yesterday," I reply, and before I can
begin my story he breaks in with, —
"Just been seeing Leonard off; he turned up yesterday."
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" And he's gone ? " I ask, my feelings not permitting
me to say more.
*' Yes. He only just came to choose between a couple
of houses for his people this winter. I'm glad they're
coming. He's off to England straight," Flutterton
remarks.
Then I tell him my story; how I have been in hot
pursuit since IMonday evening, and now it is Friday
morning ; and I detail all the circumstances connected
with the miserable Muffin Boy and my ;^ 500.
"What a lark!" he says, laughing heartily; and I
don't like it.
" It may strike you as being extremely funny, but I
can't see the humour of being dragged to all parts of
Europe for the sake of finding that I'm sold when I get
there," I observe somewhat severely.
" Yes, I know, my dear fellow, it is a bore, and I'm
really very sorry; but it is so jolly absurd!" and he
tries unsuccessfully to repress a chuckle. " However,"
he continues, "you can't go till the evening, so you'd
better come and dine with us. We've got a house, you
know, and Leonard stayed with us last night."
This accounted for my fruitless search through the
hotels, then ; but I forgave Flutterton for his want of
sympathy, and was led off to pass the rest of the day
with his mother and sisters, though I was in too great a
state of excitement and irritation to thoroughly appre-
ciate their amiable kindness ; and by as early a train as
possible I set off again on my chase. From Nice to
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE. 245
London is a far cry ; but engines and energy can do
much in these days, and within considerably less than
forty-eight hours I was once more in London and on my
way to Leonard's chambers. It would be very hard if
he had again escaped me.
" ]\Ir. Leonard returned ? " I inquired of his man as
he appeared at the door.
"Yes, sir, master's returned from abroad, but he
has gone down to the country. Left last night, sir,
for Horchester. He has been to Nice, sir, but only
stayed "
" Yes, I know ; when will he be back ? " I inter-
rupted.
"Well, sir, it's uncertain, I think. I was not to
forward letters or papers till I heard, sir," the man
answered ; and here was another source of perplexity.
The best thing to be done seemed to carry on the
pursuit without flagging, however, especially as I was
sure of a friendly welcome from my errant friend's uncle.
There was a train at 7.10 in the morning, reaching
Horchester at 10.30, and at any rate I might have the
consolation of discussing the matter with Leonard.
This was Monday, and the race was to be run next day.
He must have put my ;^5oo on the wretched Muffin
Boy, who now figured in the quotations at 33 to i, while
125 to 100 was the last recorded bet against King
Pippin. As the tram carried me down to Horchester I
had the pleasure of reading the analyses of the prophets,
most of whom went for the King in big letters, with the
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reservation that the next three favourites might either
of them win if anything happened to him, and that it
would be well to keep some three or four others on the
safe side, while danger might be apprehended from a
couple of outsiders — of which Lluffin Boy was not one.
He was thrown over by all except one prophet, who
declared that he was well in, and if he only retained
his spring form might, despite the vicissitudes of the
market, effect a surprise.
Horchester Towers, it need hardly be said, is situated
some five miles from the railway. We reached the
station about ten minutes late, but a groom in a
dog-cart was luckily in waiting, come over to fetch a
parcel, so I was spared an hour's journey in a damp and
unpleasant fly. Mr. Leonard had arrived the night
before, I learned from the groom, so at last my quarry
seemed run to earth.
" Was Mr. Leonard in ? " I inquired, on reaching the
door.
"No, he was not. Had gone out with the gentlemen.
Would I see my lord ? " was the reply.
I would, and did.
"Yes. Herbert arrived last night. He has kindly
been to Nice to look after a villa for us. His aunt
wished him to choose the place himself, as agents give
singularly flattering accounts of houses they wish to
dispose of The hounds meet to-day for the first time,
you know — you may have seen — and he rode over to see
them thrown off, at any rate," Lord Horchester answers.
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE. 247
" Won't he be back this afternoon ? " I inquire.
" No ; we couldn't persuade him to stay. They were
going to draw towards Chorlington, and hounds are
almost certain to run towards Hartlebury, so he will put
up his horse and catch the train. He must be in town
this evening, as he is going to Gloucester, I think he
said, to-morrow," I am informed.
To Gloucester, no doubt, to see Muffin Boy take that
expensive gallop.
" If you are so anxious to see him at once you had
better get on a horse and try to catch them up. They
only left some half-hour ago, and as it is the first
morning there may be some delay. We shall be very
glad to see you if you can come back, and, if not, leave
your horse at either of the inns and he can be fetched
with Herbert's," Lord Horchester kindly suggested, and
I was glad to accept.
There was, of course, no time for boots or breeches,
even if I could have borrowed anything of the sort, and
as I have tried borrowed breeches on one occasion, I
should not have been eager to repeat the experiment,
incongruous and opposed to the unities as trousers may
seem at a meet. Within seven minutes I had swallowed
two glasses of peach brandy, made play with some
sandwiches that happened to be at hand, and was on
the back of a wiry little chestnut mare, galloping along
the grass by the side of the road at a very respectable
pace. The meet at the cross roads was a good six
miles from the Towers, and in less than half an hour I
248 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIE ID.
was wiping the perspiration from my forehead — the first
few gallops, particularly on a pulling horse, try a man
in rough condition — and looking round for the hounds.
The trampled grass, some gaps in a fence, and a muddy
track leading to the easiest way over it, gave unmistak-
able evidence that here they had been lately. It was
twelve o'clock, and rather past, however, and where
were they now ?
" Hounds be gone down Chorlton Lane, sir," a rustic
grinned, seeing me standing up in the stirrups and
gazing, around ; so with a word of thanks to my in-
formant, I started off again for Chorlington. But though
the hounds had been in that direction they had diverged.
I soon lost the track, set off on a false scent, got hope-
lessly astray, and it was not until nearly three o'clock
that I suddenly came across a straggler bound for home,
and learning my direction from him, suddenly perceived
the hunt before me, at the end of a long slip of cover, as
I reached the top of a slight rise. Several of my friends
were among the men, but no Leonard. To have found
him would have seemed too much good luck considering
what a vein of ill-fortune I was working through at the
time ; so, instead of asking where he was, I simply
remarked that he was gone, of course ?
" Yes," cheerfully replied one of his cousins ; " he left
about a quarter of an hour ago. He's bound for town.
Off racing to-morrow, I think he said."
"That's just what I want to see him about par-
ticularly. Can I catch him, do you think ? No, thanks,
A,V ECCENTRIC CHASE. 249
I can't stay ; I wish I could. I must see him. What
station was he bound for r " I ask.
" I hardly know. Did Herbs say where he was going r "
he inquired of his brother.
" No, I didn't hear him. You see there's not much to
choose as regards distance. Hartlebury's nearer town,
but we always put up at Chorlington when we can, and
his old mare will be there all night, I expect."
"Then good-bye — sorry to go and leave you, but I
must find him to-night," I said, and turning round
started off towards a sign-post I had lately passed
pointing to Chorlington. But here, for almost the first
time in this eccentric chase, an idea struck me. Hartle-
bury was not much farther than Chorlington, and
whether Leonard started from there or not, he would be
obliged to pass through. It was now 3.30; the train
left Chorlington at 4.3 — this I had ascertained. It was
eight miles from Chorlington to Hartlebury, and I was
about three miles distant from each — in the centre of
what was nearly a semi-circle. The best thing to do
was clearly to make for Hartlebury, and wait till the
train came up, and this I accordingly did, arriving at
the latter station soon after 4, whereas the train could
not be due till about 4.25.
I dismounted and sauntered into the station, where
I found the amiable official who did duty as station-
master.
" When is the next train for town ? " I asked, almost
as a matter of form.
250 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIEID.
" Next train for town ? 8.48, sir," he rejoined.
" 8.48 ?" I exclaimed. " Is not there one just due ? It
can't have passed r "
"Ah, sir, that don't stop here now; the 4.2 from
Chorlington it was, but it runs through, this month."
" Are you sure r " I asked desperately, and the station-
master smiled.
"Yes, sir, I'm sure enough. I've been here nigh
upon ten years, and I know the run of the trains pretty
well. It was took off last month," he rejoined.
There could be no doubt about it, and there was none.
Punctual almost to a moment the train that was " took
off" ran through, as I had been assured it would. Did
I see Leonard in a carriage as it passed me ? Speed
was a little slackened, and a fnan standing up in one of
the compartments looked just like the object of my
irritating quest.
" Have you a telegraph office here ? " I asked, for at
any rate a telegram would reach him, and luckily there
was a chance of sending ; so to his private address and
to each of the three clubs he frequented, including, of
course, the Smoking Room, I dispatched a message,
warning him against the deceptive Muffin Boy, and
pointing to King Pippin as a comparatively certain
winner. At least I should have shown him that I was
not such a fool as I seemed, and he might by skilful
manipulation save my money.
AN ECCENTRIC CHASE. 251
CHAPTER III.
The telegrams sent off, it did not seem to matter much
whether I went to town by the 8.48 or by some corre-
sponding train from another station, or waited com-
fortably till next morning and dined at the Towers. I
should have reached there too late to see Leonard that
night in all probability, and I was rather angry with
him, because of the erratic wanderings to which he had
condemned me. They were in no wise his fault, but that
did not make me any the less vexed with him ; rather
the more, perhaps. My telegrams contained all that I
wanted to say, and however he dodged, as appeared to
be his wont, he vv^as sure to find one of the four that
would be waiting his arrival. I returned, therefore, to
the Towers, and for a brief period forgot the worry o^r^
the luckless bet in the comfort of a pleasant dinner.
Though they lived in the saddle, most of the inhabitants
of this delightful house, and though Lord Horchester had
a few animals in training, they were far from being
a racing community. Some one after dinner said he
supposed the Gloucester Cup was a certainty for King
Pippin, and some one else said, " Yes, you couldn't get
money on at evens yesterday," and that was all. I did
not advocate Muffin Boy's claims to consideration, bit-
terly hating his deleterious and indigestible name. With
the second glass of Madeira after dinner it flashed
across my mind that after all he might win, but the
252 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
reflective influence of a cigar assured me that I was
in for a " real bad thing."
Next morning I was off" at daybreak, and should have
reached town before nine, but by one of those unlucky
flukes which had been pursuing me for the week we
suddenly pulled up at a lonely spot between two
stations ; something had gone off the line, or happened
to a luggage-train before us, and for rather more than an
hour we were delayed. The blessings showered on
directors, engine-drivers, guards, pointsmen, navvies,
engineers, &c., need not be repeated. Instead of arriv-
ing at a quarter to nine, it was twenty minutes past ten
before Euston was reached, and twenty to eleven before
I was at the door of Leonard's rooms on my hopeless
errand. The special had started from Paddington at
10.15, ^^^ I ^^.d hoped to catch Leonard in good time
for ten minutes' chat before he was off"; now there was
nothing for it but to drive to Victoria Street and see
what had happened.
" j\Ir. Leonard has gone, I suppose ? " I ask his
man.
" Did not come home at all last night, sir. Went
straight on, I presume, to Gloucester, sir. Races is on
to-day."
" Yes, so I believe," I mildly answer. " Is there a
telegram waiting for him r "
" Yes, sir. Came yesterday about half-past five. He
wasn't here to receive it," he tells me ; and with an in-
articulate exclamation I retire to find out how a man
AiV ECCENTRIC CHASE. 253
feels when he has paid ^ 500 for the privilege of making
an ass of himself
In due course out came the evening papers.
Lord Russford's b.c. King Pippin . . .1
Mr. Jenning's Trouville . . . . .2
Sir W. Heseltine's Half Moon . . .3
And the journal further stated that it was won in a
canter by half a dozen lengths.
That evening I was engaged to dine, and, happily,
with some people who did not talk racing ; but in the
evening I strolled down to the Smoking Room. The
usual cheery group was round the fire, and lounging in
an easy-chair, a little away from the rest, reading the
special Standard and quietly smoking, was the man I
had been chasing so ardently — Herbert Leonard.
He looked up with perfect calmness, and quietly said,
" Holloa ? Good evening. How are you r "
*' Well, my dear fellow, I may say that I am pretty
well blown with pursuing you for the last six months, or
what seems like it. I've been to Paris, Nice, to the
Towers, to Chorlington, and some dozen other vile holes,
to say nothing of a score or two visits to your rooms," I
tell him.
" And why all this exertion ? " he coolly asks, with a
look of innocent surprise on his face.
" Haven't you got my telegrams ? " I ask in turn.
'' Oh, yes, of course. I received it just now. Are there
2 54 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
any more ? It was so late I didn't go home to dress, and
came in to dine as I was."
" Any more ? Isn't that enough ? Have you been to
Gloucester?" I inquire.
" Yes, just back. Went straight on from the Towers,
changed my things in the train, I hate the worry of
going racing from town early in the morning. It was
all right," he rejoins.
" All right ? What was ? Backing a brute that wasn't
even started to win r I don't blame you, my dear fellow,
but it looks to me all wrong," I answer.
" All wrong ? How do you mean ? " he asks in surprise.
" Why, didn't you back I\Iuffin Boy for me ? "
" Certainly not ! Didn't you receive my letter ? "
" Letter ? What letter ? "
" A letter I wrote you ten days ago, telling you about
it," he answers.
" My dear fellow, you astound me. I have received no
letter at all. What was it about ? Are you sure you
sent it ? "
" I'm sure I put it in the box, and it must have
gone."
" In the box ? In what box ? " I inquire.
" Why, the letter-box here," he replies ; and just then
a waiter passes.
" You are careful to send the letters every night, are
you not r " Leonard asks.
"Yes, sir. They go every night at half-past two,"
the man replies.
A A' ECCENTRIC CHASE. 255
" Then it could not have been correctly addressed.
Where did you send it to ? " I ask.
"Your rooms, and it was correctly addressed, I'm sure,
for I looked carefully," he says.
" How do you mean looked ? Did not you address it
yourself? " I ask again.
" It just happens I did not. The writing-table was
full, so I scribbled a line in pencil, and as no fellow
moved, I asked Harquier, who was at the table, to write
an envelope to you. I'm certain he did so, for I read it
over to see if it was all right," he goes on.
A light dawns upon me as he continues : —
" I told you Ihad heard that Muffin Boy wasn't going,
and that I had got you 2 to i against King Pippin. I
couldn't do better, and had to look round to get that."
The light becomes more and more vivid.
Slowly I draw from my pocket Harquier's letter, the
epistle which, as recorded at the end of the first chapter,
I had put unopened into my pocket, believing that it
was simply to say that he could not come to dine with
me.
" That's the letter ! " Leonard cries, and opening it I
read, in pencil, " Muffin Boy all wrong. I have put your
money on King Pippin. Got you 2 to i."
Afterwards I heard that Harquier had sent his own
communication to me at another club, the one where I
had asked him to dine.
With Leonard's letter in my pocket the whole time,
answering so conclusively the query I was anxious to
2S6 SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD.
put to him, I had followed him in this long journey.
Carefully and steadfastly carrying about with me the
information I sought, I had chased him from his rooms
to Paris, to Nice, back to London, to Horchester Towers,
to his rooms, and to the club. Had I only not jumped at
conclusions, and had I opened the letter and read the
two lines and a half he had written, I should have saved
all the worry of what I think may be correctly called
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