\"Iwaswiththemmilesbeyondthat，\"saysanother。\"Therewerefiveorsixmenrodethebrook，\"continuesourphilosopher，whonamesthefourorfive，notmentioningtheunfortunatewhohadspokenlastashavingbeenamongthenumber。\"Well;thenhewentacrossbyAshbyGrange，andtriedthedrainatthebackofthefarmyard，butBootlehadhaditstopped。AfoxgotinthereonedaylastMarch，andBootlealwaysstopsitsincethat。Sohehadtogoon，andhecrossedtheturnpikeclosebyAshbyChurch。I
sawhimcross，andthehoundswerethenfullfiveminutesbehindhim。HewentthroughFrolicWood，buthedidn\'thangaminute，andrightupthepasturestoMorleyHall。\"\"That\'swhereIwasthrownout，\"saystheunfortunatewhohadboastedbefore，andwhoisstilldisposedtoboastalittle。ButourphilosopherassureshimthathehasnotintruthbeennearMorleyHall;andwhentheunfortunateonemakesanattempttoargue，putshimdownthoroughly。\"AllIcansayis，youcouldn\'thavebeenthereandbeheretooatthismoment。MorleyHallisamileandahalftoourright，andnowthey\'recomingroundtotheLinney。He\'llgointothelittlewoodthere，andasthereisn\'tasmuchasanutshellopenforhim，they\'llkillhimthere。It\'llhavebeenatidylittlething，butnotveryfast。I\'vehardlybeenoutofatrotyet，butwemayaswellmoveonnow。\"Thenhebreaksintoaneasycanterbythesideoftheroad，whiletheunfortunates，whohavebeenrollingamongtheheavy—ploughedgroundintheearlypartoftheday，makevaineffortstoridebyhisside。Theykeephim，however，insight，andarecomforted;forheisamanwithacharacter，andknowswhatheisabout。Hewillneverbeutterlylost，andaslongastheycanremaininhiscompanytheywillnotbesubjectedtothatdreadfulfeelingofabsolutefailurewhichcomesuponaninexperiencedsportsmanwhenhefindshimselfquitealone，anddoesnotknowwhichwaytoturnhimself。
Amanwillnotlearntorideafterthisfashioninaday，noryetinayear。Ofallfashionsofhuntingitrequires，perhaps，themostpatience，thekeenestobservation，thestrongestmemory，andthegreatesteffortsofintellect。Butthepower，whenachieved，hasitstriumph;ithasitsrespect，andithasitsadmirers。Ourfriend，whilehewasguidingtheunfortunatesontheroad，knewhisposition，androdeforawhileasthoughhewereachiefofmen。Hewasthechiefofmenthere。Hewasdoingwhatheknewhowtodo，andwasnotfailing。Hehadmadenoboastswhichsternfactswouldafterwardsdisprove。Andwhenherodeupslowlytothewood—side，havingfromadistanceheardthehuntsman\'swhoopthattoldhimofthefox\'sfate，hefoundthathehadbeenrightineveryparticular。Nooneatthatmomentknowsthelinetheyhaveallriddenaswellasheknowsit。Butnow，amongthecrowd，whenmenareturningtheirhorses\'headstothewind，andloudquestionsarebeingasked，andfalseanswersarebeinggiven，andtheambitiousmenarecongratulatingthemselvesontheirdeeds，hesitsbylisteninginsardonicsilence。\"Twelvemilesofground！\"hesaystohimself，repeatingthewordsofsomevaliantyoungster;\"ifit\'seight，I\'lleatit。\"Andthenwhenhehears，forheisallearaswellasalleye，whenhehearsaslightboastfromoneofhislateunfortunatecompanions，afirstsmallblastofthetrumpetwhichwillbecomeloudanonifitbenotchecked，hesmilesinwardly，andmoralizesontheweaknessofhumannature。Butthemanwhoneverjumpsisnotusuallyofabenevolentnature，anditisalmostcertainthathewillmakeupalittlestoryagainsttheboaster。
Suchistheamusementofthemanwhoridesandneverjumps。
Attachedtoeveryhunttherewillbealwaysoneortwosuchmen。