away from covertside, I was just about to remark that I did not think you were a subscriber, and that I should have much pleasure in taking the customary 'cap'--thank you." And he paid up quite meekly. We agreed, as we rode back together, in the direction in which we imagined hounds to be, that even if they had got away with a good fox, the field would not be likely to have had so smart a gallop as he and I had already enjoyed. Lost my day's hunting, of course. _Thursday._--Got away after another non-subscriber, led him over four fields, after which he ran me out of sight. Lost my day's hunting again, but was highly commended by M.F.H. for my zeal. _Saturday._--M.F.H. pointed out five non-subscribers, and I at once started off to "cap" them. Lost another day with hounds--shall send in my resignation. * * * * * [Illustration: _Gent_ (_who has just executed a double somersault and is somewhat dazed_). "Now where the dickens has that horse gone to?"] * * * * * [Illustration: ON EXMOOR _Gent_ (_very excited after his first gallop with staghounds_). "Hi, mister, don't let the dogs maul 'im, and I'll take the 'aunch at a bob a pound!"] * * * * * [Illustration: COOKED ACCOUNTS _Extract from old Fitzbadly's letter to a friend, describing a run in the Midlands:_--"I was well forward at the brook, but lost my hat, and had to dismount."] * * * * * [Illustration: "Hup--yer beast!"] [Illustration: "Hup!!--yer brute!"] [Illustration: "Hup!!!--yer infernal, confounded ---- Hover!!!"] [Illustration: And "Hover" it was!] * * * * * [Illustration: SOMETHING LIKE A NOSE. _Whip_ (_after galloping half a mile to a holloa_). "Where did you see him?" _Yokel._ "Can't zay as 'ow I 'zactly _zeed_ 'un, but I think I _smelled_ 'un!"] * * * * * [Illustration: _Second Horseman No. 1._ "Ulloah, Danny, what are you lookin' for?" _Second Horseman No. 2._ "Perkisites. Guv'nor's just been over 'ere. 'E jumps so much 'igher than 'is 'orse, there's always some small change or summat to be picked up!"] * * * * * THE NEW NIMROD [Mr. Pat O'Brien, M.P., was first in at the death on one occasion with the Meath Hounds on his bicycle, and was presented with the brush.] Air--"_The Hunting Day_" "What a fine hunting day"-- 'Tis an old-fashioned lay That I'll change to an up-to-date pome; Old stagers may swear That the pace isn't fair, But they're left far behind us at home! See cyclists and bikes on their way, And scorchers their prowess display; Let us join the glad throng That goes wheeling along, And we'll all go a-hunting to-day!