Our 'Arry goes 'unting and sings with a will, "The 'orn of the 'unter is 'eard on the 'ill:" And oft, when a saddle looks terribly bare, The 'eels of our 'Arry are seen in the air!
"Hulloah, Jarge! Been puttin' up some wire to keep the fox-hunter away?"
"Noa, I b'ain't put up no wire; but the 'unt they sends me a lot o' them boards with 'W' on um, so I just stuck 'em up all round the land, and they never comes nigh o' me now!"]
_Rector._ "Is that the parcels post, James? He's early this morning, isn't he?" (_Noise without, baying of dogs, &c._) "What's all this----"
_James_ (_excited_). "Yes, sir. Postman says as how the young 'ounds, a comin' back from cubbin', found 'im near the kennels, and runned 'im all the way 'ere. They was close on 'im when he got in! Thinks it was a packet o' red 'errins in the bag, sir! I see the run from the pantry window"--(_with enthusiasm_)--"a beautiful ten minutes' bu'st, sir!"]
"The Mudsquashington Foxhounds had a good day's sport from Wotsisname Coverts (which were laid for a large number). They found in Thingamy Woods, rattled him round the Osier Beds, and then through the Gorse, just above Sumware. Leaving this and turning left-handed, he ran on as far as Sumotherplace, where he finally got to ground. Amongst the numerous field were Lord Foozle and Lady Frump, Messrs. Borkins, Poshbury, and Tomkyn-Smith."[A]
[Footnote A: Half a dozen similar paragraphs cut out as being too exciting for the average reader's brain to bear.--ED.]
_First Sportsman._ "That crock of yours seems to be a bit of a songster."
_Second Sportsman._ "Yes, he has always been like that since I lent him to a well-known English tenor."
_First Sportsman_ (_drily_). "You should have taken him in exchange."
The above is not a French bull-fight, but merely the unpleasant adventure Mr. Jopling experienced on our opening day, when a skittish Alderney crossed him at the first fence.]
_'Arry_ (_in extremities_). "Well, gi' _me_ a _bike_!"]
[Illustration: CONVENIENCE OF A LIGHT-WEIGHT GROOM
_Miss Ethel._ "Now, sit tight this time, Charles. How could you be so stupid as to let him go?"]
[Illustration: _Voice from the ditch._ "Don't jump here!"
_Irish Huntsman._ "And what would ye be after down there? Wather-cresses?"]