breeches, or he may be
uncomfortable and semi-decorous in black
trowsers. And there is another mode of dress open to him, which I
can assure my readers is not an unknown
costume, a tertium quid,
by which semi-decorum and comfort are combined. The
huntingbreeches are put on first, and the black trowsers are drawn over
them.
But in
whatever garb the
huntingparson may ride, he almost
invariably rides well, and always enjoys the sport. If he did
not, what would tempt him to run
counter, as he does, to his
bishop and the old ladies ? And though, when the hounds are first
dashing out of
covert, and when the sputtering is
beginning and
the eager impetuosity of the young is driving men three at a time
into the same gap, when that wild
excitement of a fox just away
is at its
height, and ordinary sportsmen are rushing for
places, though at these moments the
huntingparson may be able
to
restrain himself, and to declare by his
momentary tranquillity
that he is only there to see the hounds, he will ever be found,
seeing the hounds also, when many of that eager crowd have lagged
behind,
altogether out of sight of the last tail of them. He will
drop into the
running, as it were out of the clouds, when the
select few have settled down
steadily to their steady work; and
the select few will never look upon him as one who, after that,
is likely to fall out of their number. He goes on certainly to
the kill, and then retires a little out of the
circle, as though
he had trotted in at that spot from his ordinary parochial
occupations, just to see the hounds.
For myself I own that I like the
huntingparson. I generally find
him to be about the pleasantest man in the field, with the most
to say for himself, whether the talk be of
hunting, of politics,
of
literature, or of the country. He is never a
hunting man
unalloyed, unadulterated, and unmixed, a class of man which is
perhaps of all classes the most
tedious and heavy in hand. The
tallow-chandler who can talk only of candles, or the barrister
who can talk only of his briefs, is very bad; but the
hunting man
who can talk only of his runs, is, I think, worse even than the
unadulterated tallow-chandler, or the barrister unmixed. Let me
pause for a moment here to beg young sportsmen not to fall into
this terrible mistake. Such bores in the field are, alas, too
common; but the
huntingparson never sins after that fashion.
Though a keen
sportsman, he is something else besides a
sportsman, and for that reason, if for no other, is always a
welcome
addition to the crowd.
But still I must
confess at the end of this paper, as I hinted
also at the
beginning of it, that the
huntingparson seems to
have made a mistake. He is kicking against the pricks, and
runningcounter to that section of the world which should be his
section. He is making himself to stink in the nostrils of his
bishop, and is becoming a stumbling-block, and a rock of offence
to his brethren. It is bootless for him to argue, as I have here
argued, that his
amusement is in itself
innocent, and that some
open-air
recreation is necessary to him. Grant him that the
bishops and old ladies are wrong and that he is right in
principle, and still he will not be justified. Whatever may be
our walk in life, no man can walk well who does not walk with the
esteem of his fellows. Now those little walks by the
covertsides, those pleasant little walks of which I am
writing, are
not,
unfortunately, held to be estimable, or good for themselves,
by English
clergymen in general.
THE MASTER OF HOUNDS.
The master of hounds best known by modern
description is the
master of the Jorrocks type. Now, as I take it, this is not the
type best known by English sportsmen, nor do the Jorrocks ana,
good though they be, give any fair picture of such a master of
hounds as
ordinarily presides over the hunt in English counties.
Mr. Jorrocks comes into a hunt when no one else can be found to