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Title: The hunting field with horse and hound in America, the British Isles and France
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Peer, Frank Sherman
Subjects: Hunting Fox hunting
Publisher: New York, M. Kennerley
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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errible distanceto the ground. There is nothing to do but put your trust inyour mount, and take the drop as best you can. I also recall there were nearly a hundred mounted ridersthat day, with a good sprinkling of ladies, and that it tooka good deal of hard riding to keep some of our fair com-panions in sight, when hind and hound were racing out ofview. I remember how, for one hour and twenty minutes,the deer set such a pace that fully half the field were left hope-lessly behind in the first half of the run; and how she finallytook to the sea, and after swimming out for a mile or more,returned to be taken on the rocky north shore of the BritishChannel, twelve or fifteen miles from where the pack firstlaid on. Then the Master, Mr. Bisset, kindly presentedme with one of the hinds feet, which I had mounted as a match-box; and a month or so after my return to America, I hadthe pleasure of receiving the pelt of the deer, with the samegentlemans compliments. It is needless to say that, with
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The Chase of the Wild Red Deer in Devonshire 193 such recollections as these, I was on the best of terms withmyself for the whole week between receiving Mr. Skinnersletter and my landing at Bishops Lydard. The meet was at Triscombe Stone, near the summit ofone of the loftiest peaks of the Quantock range, and aboutseven miles from Mr. Skinners house. We were joined onthe way by gentlemen and ladies until, by the time wereached the foot-hills, we formed quite a cavalcade. It wasvery pleasing to see among them some old—I should sayelderly—gentlemen; for one can hardly call a man of sixty oreven seventy years of age, old, when one sees him mountedand bound for a hard days ride over some of the roughesthunting country in England. These men are not old, and aslong as they can sit on a horse and ride to hounds, they willoutride death, and be, as we saw them, young at seventy.There were ladies also whose hair was beautifully sprinkledwith grey, whose foreheads were scarred and furrowed by

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