When the party broke up I went directly to the Albemarle Hotel and told my cousins that we would have to start early the next morning for Westchester.

There I would remain twenty-four hours.
When we reached Westchester, my uncle informed me that they had arranged a fox hunt for the next morning, and that all the people in the town and vicinity would be present.

They wanted to see a real scout and plainsman in the saddle.
Early next morning many ladies and gentlemen, splendidly mounted, appeared in front of my uncle's residence.

At that time Westchester possessed the best pack of fox hounds in America.

Captain Trainer, master of the hounds, provided me with a spirited horse which had on a little sheepskin saddle of a kind on which I had never ridden.