they'll give my Bucephalus time to take breath,
We shall both of us, sometimes, be in at the death!
"WEATHER PERMITTING,"—MR. PUNCH DRIVES TO THE FIRST MEET.
A LION IN THE PATH?
Oh dear no! Merely the "first open day" after a long frost, and a tom-tit has been inconsiderate enough to fly suddenly out of the fence on the way to covert!
TRIALS OF A NOVICE
Unsympathetic Bystander. "Taking 'im back to 'is cab, guv'nor?"
HOW THE LAST RUN OF THE WOPSHIRE HOUNDS WAS SPOILT.
PROVERBS FOR THE TIMID HUNTSMAN
There's no toe without a corn.
If the boot pinches—bear it.
A snack in time, saves nine.
Faint hunger never conquered tough beef-steak.
You can't make a hunter out of a hired hack.
The nearer the ground the safer the seat.
In the Field
Take care of the hounds, but the fence may take care of itself.
Too many brooks spoil the sport.
One pair of spurs may bring a horse to the water, but twenty will not make him jump.
It is the howl that shows the funk.
Fools break rails for wise men to go over.
Snobs and their saddles are soon parted.
A flask in the hand is worth a cask in the vault.
Cut your sandwiches according to your stomach.
The nearer the home, the harder the seat.
It's a heavy sleep that has no turning.
Six miles from home, horse dead lame, awfully tender feet, and horribly tight boots.
"Now, if I jump it, I shall certainly fall off; and if I dismount to open it, I shall never get on again."