In the morning the mounts were provided, but when I saw the horses I changed my mind and asked permission to walk.

I had never seen an English hunter before, and it seemed to me that I could hunt a fox safer on the ground.
I had always been diffident about horses, anyway, even those of the common altitudes, and I did not feel competent to hunt on a horse that went on stilts.

So then Mrs.Blank came to my help and said I could go with her in the dog-cart and we would drive to a place she knew of, and there we should have a good glimpse of the hunt as it went by.
"When we got to that place I got out and went and leaned my elbows on a low stone wall which enclosed a turfy and beautiful great field with heavy wood on all its sides except ours.

Mrs.Blank sat in the dog-cart fifty yards away, which was as near as she could get with the vehicle.
I was full of interest, for I had never seen a fox-hunt.

I waited, dreaming and imagining, in the deep stillness and impressive tranquility which reigned in that retired spot.