Never was anything more ludicrous than our turn-out.

Every quadruped in the army was put into requisition.

And even those who rolled not from their saddles from sheer necessity, were most likely to do so from laughing at their neighbors.

The pace may not have equalled Melton, nor the fences have been as stubborn as in Leicestershire, but I'll be sworn there was more laughter, more fun, and more merriment, in one day with us, than in a whole season with the best organized pack in England.

With a lively trust that the country was open and the leaps easy, every man took the field.