"Ask Mamma"; or, The Richest Commoner In EnglandSurtees, Robert Smith
General
"Ask Mamma"; or, The Richest Commoner In England
Surtees, Robert Smith
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fox hunting -- Fiction
And as his lordship hurried up stairs in his water-logged boots,
he said to himself, with a nervous swing of his arm, “I was
right!—women _have_ no business out hunting.” And the Binks
chance improved amazingly.
The further _denouement_ of this perishing day will be gleaned
from the following letters.
CHAPTER XIV. THE PRINGLE CORRESPONDENCE.
MR WILLIAM TO HIS MAMMA.
“Tantivy Castle, November.
“My dearest Mamma,
_“Though I wrote to you only the other day, I take up my pen,
stiff and sore as I am and scarcely able to sit, to tell you of
my first day’s hunt, which, I assure you, was anything but
enjoyable. In fact, at this moment I feel just as if I had been
thumped by half the pugilists in London and severely kicked at
the end. To my fancy, hunting is about the most curious,
unreasonable amusement that ever was invented. The first fox was
well enough, running backwards and forwards in an agreeable
manner, though they all abused him and called him a cowardly
beggar, though to my mind it was far pluckier to do what he did,
with fifty great dogs after him, than to fly like a thief as the
next one did. Indeed I saw all the first run without the
slightest inconvenience or exertion, for a very agreeable
gentleman, called Major Hammerton, himself an old keeper of
hounds, led me about and showed me the country._
_“I don’t mean to say that he led my horse, but he showed me the
way to go, so as to avoid the jumps, and pointed out the places
where I could get a peep of the fox. I saw him frequently. The
Major, who was extremely polite, asked me to go and stay with him
after I leave here, and I wouldn’t mind going if it wasn’t for
the hounds, which, however, he says are quite as fine as his
lordship’s, without being so furiously and inconveniently fast.
For my part, however, I don’t see the use of hunting an animal
that you can shoot, as they do in France. It seems a monstrous
waste of exertion. If they were all as sore as I am this morning,
I’m sure they wouldn’t try it again in a hurry. I really think
racing, where you pay people for doing the dangerous for you, is
much better fun, and prettier too, for you can choose any lively
colour you like for your jacket, instead of having to stick to
scarlet or dark clothes._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account