another is soon started, and a stout
one. She is of the mountain breed, as are many in this country; they
could not otherwise have held out so long before the pursuit of such
runners, to say nothing of the hounds. The "tally-ho" comes cheerly up
to us from the valley through the crisp October air, and we see puss
scudding along up the hedgerow, the hounds and the foremost runners in
the next field, the rest thinning out and straggling behind them. Among
these we recognise with glee a friend or two, who years ago were in the
first flight of every Uppingham paper-chase (_si nunc foret illa
uventus_), labouring across a turnip-field, or held by the leg in a gorse-
cover. A check gives them a chance of coming up again with huntsman and
master. We won't spoil the chance by halloing where the hare went,
though, from our vantage-ground, we can view her throughout. Our friends
have just got in line with the leaders, and are finding their breath
again for a second burst, when the scent is recovered; the chase sweeps
up the ridge, and over it out of our sight, away, perhaps, towards the
moorland spurs of Plinlimmon. We descend the hill homewards, leaving
puss to her doom, whatever it may be. For these runs sometimes had a
fatal termination. In the school serial is told the story of a
magnificent day, of which, however, the runners did not witness the end,
for "time was drawing late, and we were far from the station, so had to
leave the hounds under the charge of the huntsman alone, and as the hare
was now exhausted, they soon killed her. We were on the scent for over
two hours, and ran about twelve miles." These days took place two or
three times a week; for good practical reasons the "field" was restricted
in numbers.

After the short and sharp battle with the scarlet fever narrated above,
the term went on very peacefully, but with a growing expectation that
this would not be the last one in Wales. News from Uppingham of the
unpreparedness of the place to receive us left little room for doubt, but
the question was not decided (at least, officially) even at the date of
the break-up. The prospect of a fresh period of makeshift life was not a
welcome one; but the worst had been faced by this time, and found, after
all, not hard to deal with. The long dark evenings of November proved a
less difficulty than was anticipated. With afternoon school shifted to
the hour of sunset, and with meetings of the Debating and other