Whenhehasregainedhisequilibriumheseesthehappybutchergoingintothefieldbeyond。Hemeanstocursethebutcherwhenhecatcheshim，butthebutcherissafe。Afieldandahalfbeforehimhestillseesthetailhounds，andrenewshiseffort。
Hehasmeanttolikeitto—day，andhewill。Soheridesatthenextfenceboldly，wherethebutcherhaslefthismark，anddoesitprettywell，withaslightstruggle。Whyisitthathecannevergetoveraditchwithoutsomestruggleinhissaddle，somescramblewithhishorse？Whydoeshecursethepooranimalsoconstantly，unlessitbethathecannotcatchthebutcher？Nowherushesatagatewhichothershaveopenedforhim，butrushestoolateandcatcheshisleg。Madwithpain，henearlygivesitup，butthesparkofpluckisstillthere，andwiththrobbingkneeheperseveres。Howhehatesit！Itisalldetestablenow。Hecannotholdhishorsebecauseofhisgloves，andhecannotgetthemoff。Thesympatheticbeastknowsthathismasterisunhappy，andmakeshimselfunhappyandtroublesomeinconsequence。Ourfriendisstillgoing，ridingwildly，butstillkeepingagrainofcautionforhisfences。Hehasnotbeendownyet，buthasbarelysavedhimselfmorethanonce。Theploughsareverydeep，andhishorse，thoughstillboringathim，pantsheavily。Oh，thattheremightcomeacheck，orthatthebruteofafoxmighthappilygotoground！Butno！Theruckofthehuntisfarawayfromhiminfront，andthegameisrunningsteadilystraightforsomewellknownthoughstilldistantprotection。Butthemanwhodoesn\'tlikeitstillseesaredcoatbeforehim，andperseveresinchasingthewearerofit。Thesolitaryredcoatbecomesdistant，andstillmoredistantfromhim，buthegoesonwhilehecanyetkeepthelineinwhichthatredcoathasridden。Hemusthurryhimself，however，orhewillbelosttohumanity，andwillbealone。Hemusthurryhimself，buthishorsenowdesirestohurrynomore。Soheputshisspurstothebrutesavagely，andthenatsomelittlefence，someignobleditch，theycomedowntogetherinthemud，andthequestionofanyfurthereffortissavedfortherider。Whenhearisestheredcoatisoutofsight，andhisownhorseishalfacrossthefieldbeforehim。Insuchaposition，isitpossiblethatamanshouldlikeit？
Aboutfouro\'clockintheafternoon，whentheothermenarecomingin，heturnsupatthehuntingstables，andnobodyaskshimanyquestions。Hemayhavebeendoingfairlywellforwhatanybodyknows，and，ashesaysnothingofhimself，hisdisgraceisatanyratehidden。Whyshouldhetellthathehadbeennearlyanhouronfoottryingtocatchhishorse，thathehadsathimselfdownonabankandalmostcried，andthathehaddrainedhisflasktothelastdropbeforeoneo\'clock？Nooneneedknowtheextentofhismiseries。Andnoonedoesknowhowgreatisthemiseryenduredbythosewhohuntregularly，andwhodonotlikeit。
THEMANWHOHUNTSANDDOESLIKEIT。
Themanwhohuntsanddoeslikeitisanobjectofkeenenvytothemanwhohuntsanddoesn\'t;buthe，too，hashisownmiseries，andIamnotpreparedtosaythattheyarealwayslessaggravatingthanthoseenduredbyhislessambitiousbrotherinthefield。He，too，whenhecomestomakeuphisaccount，whenhebringshishuntingtobookandinquireswhetherhiswhistlehasbeenworthitsprice，isdriventodeclarethatvanityandvexationofspirithavebeentheprevailingcharacteristicsofhishuntinglife。Onhowmanyeveningshashereturnedcontentedwithhissport？Howmanydayshashedeclaredtohavebeenutterlywasted？Howoftenhavefrostandsnow，droughtandrain，windandsunshine，impededhisplans？fortoahuntingmanfrost，snow，drought，rain，windandsunshine，willallcomeamiss。Then，whentheonerunoftheseasoncomes，heisnotthere！Hehasbeenidleandhastakenalibertywiththeday;orhehasfollowedothergodsandgonewithstrangehounds。Withsoreearsandbitterhearthehearstheexaggeratedboastingsofhiscomrades，andalmostswearsthathewillhavenomoreofit。