. Sketches in the hunting field. r, when Kitty, with her guide,philosopher, and friend, was scouring the plain in avery gentle and unambitious manner, and when he,indeed, was trotting gently down the fence to look forthe gate, young Scatterly on one of the big Irish horseswith which he is always going to win a steeplechasecame thundering past, straight to the comfortable jumpbefore him, a thinnish moderate-sized hedge, with aditch on the landing-side. Kitty certainly did not mean to go, but her oldhunter did. Fired by the spirit of emulation, and re-membering old days when he was not condemned
. Sketches in the hunting field. r, when Kitty, with her guide,philosopher, and friend, was scouring the plain in avery gentle and unambitious manner, and when he,indeed, was trotting gently down the fence to look forthe gate, young Scatterly on one of the big Irish horseswith which he is always going to win a steeplechasecame thundering past, straight to the comfortable jumpbefore him, a thinnish moderate-sized hedge, with aditch on the landing-side. Kitty certainly did not mean to go, but her oldhunter did. Fired by the spirit of emulation, and re-membering old days when he was not condemned tothe society of an obese cob, but kept his place not farfrom the best of them, his usual placability of tempera-ment was for the moment upset; so, wheeling round, hejumped to the side of Scatterlys horse, and galloped onwith him. My dear! my dear! stop him! her temporaryguardian cried out, while his cob looked on with wonderand disdain at his late companions evident desire tomake quite unnecessary exertions for his own private. A YOUNG HUNTING LADY. 25 amusement and satisfaction. Kitty desired nothingbetter than to stop him, but this was easier said thandone, and he clearly proposed to have his jump. I cant—stop!—wa-y!—who-a ! cried poor Kitty,tugging hard at the reins as her steed put down hishead, and galloped on. Its all right, pray dont be frightened; give himhis head, and sit well back, were Scatterlys rapidlyspoken injunctions, and, though very likely Kitty didnot give him his head (feeling too much the comfort ofsomething to hold on by, and not reflecting to whatextent she inconvenienced her animal), she sat backand set her lips tightly as her experienced mountslackened his pace and prepared for his effort. Scatterlys big horse took the obstacle almost in hisstride. At the same moment over came Kitty with acrash, and, though landing well on her horses neck,got back into her saddle, and succeeded in stopping inthe middle of the field—a deep plough. Scatterly, to
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