Besides, the fox had now made for a dense forest which lay before, and he saw difficulties in that direction which to him appeared insurmountable.
Away went the huntsmen, over stone walls, high fences, and deep ditches.

Jerome saw the ladies even leading the gentlemen, but this could not inspire him.

They cleared the fences, four and five feet high with perfect ease, showing they were quite at home in the saddle.

But alas for the poor American! As his fine steed came up to the first fence, and was about to make the leap, Jerome pulled at the bridle, and cried at the top of his voice, "Whoa! whoa! whoa!" the horse at the same time capering about, and appearing determined to keep up with the other animals.
Away dashed the huntsmen, following the hounds, and all were soon lost to the view of their colored companion.

Jerome rode up and down the field looking for a gate or bars, that he might get through without risking his neck.