Heknowsthattheconditionofahunterandagreyhoundshouldnotbethesame，andthathishorse，tobeingoodworkinghealth，shouldcarrynearlyallthehardfleshthathecanputuponhim。Howsuchanonemustlaughinhissleeveatthefivehuntersoftheyoungswellwho，afterall，isbroughttogriefinthemiddleoftheseason，becausehehasgotnothingtoride！A
　　farmer'shorseisneverlame，neverunfittogo，neverthrowsoutcurbs，neverbreaksdownbeforeorbehind。Likehismaster，heisnevershowy。Hedoesnotpaw，andprance，andarchhisneck，andbidtheworldadmirehisbeauties;but，likehismaster，heisuseful;andwhenheiswanted，hecanalwaysdohiswork。
　　Ofortunatusnimiumagricola，whohasonehorse，andthatagoodone，inthemiddleofahuntingcountry！
　　THEMANWHOHUNTSANDNEVERJUMPS。
　　TheBritishpublicwhodonothuntbelievetoomuchinthejumpingofthosewhodo。Itisthoughtbymanyamongthelaitythatthehuntingmanisalwaysintheair，makingclearflightsoverfive—barredgates，six—footwalls，anddoublepostsandrails，atnoneofwhichwouldtheaveragehuntingmananymorethinkofridingthanhewouldatasmallhouse。WeusedtohearmuchoftheGalwayBlazers，anditwassupposedthatinCountyGalwayastiff—builtwallsixfeethighwasthesortofthingthatyoucustomarilymetfromfieldtofieldwhenhuntinginthatcomfortablecounty。SuchlittleimpedimentsweretheordinaryfoodofarealBlazer，whowassupposedtoaddanotherfootofstoneworkandasodofturfwhendesirousofmakinghimselfconspicuousinhismomentsofsplendidambition。TwentyyearsagoIrodeinGalwaynowandthen，andIfoundthesix—footwallsallshornoftheirglory，andthatmenwhoseneckswereofanyvaluewereveryanxioustohavesomepreliminaryknowledgeofthenatureofthefabric，whetherforinstanceitmightbesolidorbuiltofloosestones，beforetheytrustedthemselvestoanencounterwithawalloffourfeetandahalf。Andhere，inEngland，history，thatnursingmotheroffiction，hasgivenhuntingmenhonourswhichtheyhereneverfairlyearned。Thetraditionalfive—barredgateis，asarule，usedbyhuntingmenasitwasintendedtobeusedbytheworldatlarge;thatistosay，theyopenit;andthedoublepostsandrailswhichlooksoveryprettyinthesportingpictures，arethoughttobeveryuglythingswheneveranideaofridingatthempresentsitself。Itiswellthatmothersshouldknow，mothersfulloffearfortheirboyswhoarebeginning，thatthenecessaryjumpingofthehuntingfieldisnotafterallofsoverytremendousanature;
　　anditmaybewellalsotoexplaintothemandtoothersthatmanymenhuntwithgreatsatisfactiontothemselveswhoneverbyanychancecommitthemselvestotheperilofajump，eitherbigorlittle。
　　Andthereismuchexcellentgoodsenseinthemodeofridingadoptedbysuchgentlemen。Somemenrideforhunting，someforjumping，andsomeforexercise;some，nodoubt，forallthreeofthesethings。Givenamanwithadesireforthelatter，notasteforthesecond，andsomepartialityforthefirst，andhecannotdobetterthanrideinthemannerIamdescribing。Hemaybesurethathewillnotfindhimselfalone;andhemaybesurealsothathewillincurnoneofthatridiculewhichthenon—huntingmanisdisposedtothinkmustbeattachedtosuchapursuit。Butthemanwhohuntsandneverjumps，whodeliberatelymakesuphismindthathewillamusehimselfafterthatfashion，mustalwaysrememberhisresolve，andbetruetotheconductwhichhehaslaiddownforhimself。Hemustjumpnotatall。Hemustnotjumpalittle，whensomespurtorspiritmaymovehim，orhewillinfalliblyfindhimselfintrouble。TherewasanoldDukeofBeaufortwhowasakeenandpracticalsportsman，amasterofhounds，andaknownNimrodonthefaceoftheearth;buthewasamanwhohuntedandneverjumped。Hisexperiencewasperfect，andhewasalwaystruetohisresolution。Nothingevertemptedhimtocrossthesmallestfence。Heusedtosayofaneighbourofhis，whowasnotsoconstant，"Jonesisanass。Lookathimnow。
　　Thereheis，andhecan'tgetout。Jonesdoesn'tlikejumping，buthejumpsalittle，andIseehimpoundedeveryday。Ineverjumpatall，andI'malwaysfreetogowhereIlike。"TheDukewascertainlyright，andJoneswascertainlywrong。Togetintoafield，andthentohavenowayofgettingoutofit，isveryuncomfortable。Aslongasyouareontheroadyouhaveawayopenbeforeyoutoeveryspotontheworld'ssurface，open，orcapableofbeingopened;orevenifincapableofbeingopened，notpositivelydetrimentaltoyouaslongasyouareontherightside。Butthatfeelingofaprisonundertheopenairisveryterrible，andisrenderedalmostagonizingbytheprisoner'sconsciousnessthathispositionistheresultofhisownimprudenttemerity，ofanaudacitywhichfallsshortofanyefficaciouspurpose。Whenhoundsarerunning，thehuntingmanshouldalways，atanyrate，beabletorideon，torideinsomedirection，eventhoughitbeinawrongdirection。Hecanthenflatterhimselfthatheisridingwideandmakingalineforhimself。Buttobeentrappedintoafieldwithoutanypowerofgettingoutofit;toseetheredbacksoftheforwardmenbecomingsmallerandsmallerinthedistance，tillthelastspeckdisappearsoversomehedge;toseethefencebeforeyouandknowthatitistoomuchforyou;torideroundandroundinanagonyofdespairwhichisbynomeansmute，andatlasttogivesixpencetosomeboytoconductyoubackintotheroad;thatiswretched:thatisrealunhappiness。Iam，therefore，verypersistentinmyadvicetothemanwhopurposestohuntwithoutjumping。Lethimnotjumpatall。Tojump，butonlytojumpalittle，isfatal。LethimthinkofJones。
　　Themanwhohuntsanddoesn'tjump，presuminghimnottobeadukeoranymangreatlyestablishedasaNimrodinthehuntingworld，generallycomesoutinablackcoatandahat，sothathemaynotbespeciallyconspicuousinhisdeviationsfromthelineoftherunning。Hebeganhishuntingprobablyinsearchofexercise，buthasgraduallycometoaddapeculiaramusementtothatpursuit;andofacertainphaseofhuntingheatlastlearnsmorethanmostofthosewhorideclosesttothehounds。Hebecomeswonderfullyskillfulinsurmisingthelinewhichafoxmayprobablytake，andinkeepinghimselfuponroadsparalleltotheruckofthehorsemen。Heisstudiousofthewind，andknowstoapointofthecompasswhenceitisblowing。Heisintimatelyconversantwitheverycovertinthecountry;and，beyondthis，isacquaintedwitheveryearthinwhichfoxeshavehadtheirnurseries，orarelikelytolocatethem。Heremembersthedrainsonthedifferentfarmsinwhichthehuntedanimalmaypossibletakerefuge，andhasamemoryevenforrabbit—holes。Hiseyebecomesaccustomedtodistinguishtheformofamovinghorsemanoverhalf—a—dozenfields;andlethimseebutacapofanyleadingman，andhewillknowwhichwaytoturnhimself。Hisknowledgeofthecountryiscorrecttoamarvel。Whilethemanwhoridesstraightisaltogetherignorantofhiswhereabouts，andwillnotevendistinguishthewoodsthroughwhichhehasriddenscoresoftimes，themanwhoridesandneverjumpsalwaysknowswhereheiswiththeutmostaccuracy。Whereparishisdividedfromparishandfarmfromfarm，hasbeenastudytohim;andhehaslearnedthepurposeandbearingofeverylane。Heisneverthrownout，andknowsthenearestwayfromeverypointtopoint。Iftherebealineofgatesacrossfromoneroadtoanotherhewillusethem，buthewillcommithimselftoalineofgatesonthelandofnofarmerwhousespadlocks。
　　Ashetrotsalongtheroad，occasionallybreakingintoagallopwhenheperceivesfromsomesignknowntohimthatthehuntisturningfromhim，heisgenerallyaccompaniedbytwoorthreeunfortunateswhohavelosttheirwayandhavestraggledfromthehounds;andtothemheisaguide，philosopher，andfriend。Heisgood—naturedforthemoment，andpatronizesthelostones。Heinformsthemthattheyareatlastintherightway，andconsolesthembyassurancesthattheyhavelostnothing。
　　"Thefoxbroke，youknow，fromthesharpcornerofGranby—wood，"
　　hesays;"theonlyspotthatthecrowdhadleftforhim。Isawhimcomeout，standingonthebridgeintheroad。Thenheranup—
　　windasfarasGreen'sbarn。""Ofcoursehedid，"saysoneoftheunfortunateswhothinksherememberssomethingofabarnintheearlypartoftheperformance。"Iwaswiththethreeorfourfirstasfarasthat。""Thereweretwentymenbeforethehoundsthere，"saysourmanoftheroad，whoisnotwithoutagrainofsarcasm，andcanuseitwhenheisstrongonhisownground。
　　"Well，heturnedthere，andranbackverynearthecorner;buthewasheadedbyasheep—dog，luckily，andwenttotheleftacrossthebrook。""Ah，that'swhereIlostthem，"saysoneunfortunate。