Identifier: crosscountrywith01peer (find matches)
Title: Cross country with horse and hound
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Peer, Frank Sherman
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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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she is a burden. If a gale of wind islikely to slam a gate against her, it should be let to slam.A man is under no obligation to put his horse in a temperor lose his position on this account. If she cannot managethe gate as he had to, let her be caught by it. This mayseem a heartless, cold-blooded thing to say, but it is the atti-tude which, in the long run, conduces most to a fair riderssport and pleasure. One hears the unkind comment not infrequently, ofcourse, that men are agreeable and generous in the draw-ing-room, but selfish the moment hounds begin running,and the fault is more with the men really than with thewomen. Men seem to feel they simply must be gallant.This is especially true of Americans. Yet, in one sense, this is only to be expected, for a womanin the field is a constant object of wonderment or admira-tion. There is nothing that sets off a nice hunter as herfigure does, nothing that adds more to the beauty andinterest of the game than the presence of a goodly number
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OS O I- o A-) I c> (U CC u The Lady Rider 233 of ladies. They are totally unaccountable. They do themost reckless things, entirely oblivious of circumstances.Look at this Amazon with loose rein and horse rushingwithout let or hindrance through a piece of woods, herhair down and streaming out behind. You expect to seeher skirts cling to some projecting prong of a tree, or herhair catch on some limb overhead. Away she goes, happy inthe ecstasy of the chase. A check you think ought to findher face blanched; but you reckon without your host.Not she! She simply throws the reins down on the neckof her horse, which is quite willing to stand, being pumpedto a turn, and begins with both hands to arrange her backhair, having previously filled her mouth with hair-pins.Her face struggles with smiles she cannot repress. Andas the last hair-pin is released from between her ruby lips,she says to any one who may happen to be standing near, Was it not glorious, that ride through the woods ? Horsema

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