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Publisher: General Books LLC (4 Feb. 2012)
By: Robert Smith Surtees (Author)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVII LORD EVERGREEN: WITH SOME THOUGHTS ON TUFT HUNTING 'There is more virtue in a saddle than in the whole materia medica.'--Thistle Whipper. HO comes here? Who is the venerable, thoughtful-looking man riding quietly into the field with the rein on the neck of his well-bred bay hack? He greets Peter Pigskin with a familiar 'Halloa, Mr. Pigskin, how are you? glad to see you.' Peter quickly raises his hat as high as the hunting string will allow, with a 'Good morning, my lord, glad to see you down among us again.' 'Can't be more pleased than I am, Mr. Pigskin, I assure you,' rejoins his lordship, his intelligent eyes sparkling with pleasure as he surveys the glad scene--Where all around is gay, men, horses, dogs: And in each smiling countenance appears Fresh blooming health and universal joy.' By the way, our friend Somerville is not quite correct in his phraseology--' dogs' is a term not allowed in speaking of hounds. However, never mind, he is a pleasant poet, and we forgive him. The nobleman now entering the field is a minister--one of the Cabinet and Lord Lieutenant of the county. He seeks relaxation from the toils of office by a run down into his native county. Last night's mail train brought him down, to-morrow night's train takes him up. He is going to enjoy a stolen pleasure. Lord Evergreen has been a sportsman from his youth, and neither age, cares, nor the trammels of office can deaden the feeling within him. Deaden it, forsooth! they are more likely to cherish it--to increase it. What so likely on a mild February morning, when mistaken birds are warbling their premature notes in St. James's or the Green Park, and sprouting shrubs are opening their silly buds--what so likely to awaken the victim of red boxes and Downing Street to the deli...