Whenhehasregainedhisequilibriumheseesthehappybutchergoingintothefieldbeyond。Hemeanstocursethebutcherwhenhecatcheshim,butthebutcherissafe。Afieldandahalfbeforehimhestillseesthetailhounds,andrenewshiseffort。
Hehasmeanttolikeitto—day,andhewill。Soheridesatthenextfenceboldly,wherethebutcherhaslefthismark,anddoesitprettywell,withaslightstruggle。Whyisitthathecannevergetoveraditchwithoutsomestruggleinhissaddle,somescramblewithhishorse?Whydoeshecursethepooranimalsoconstantly,unlessitbethathecannotcatchthebutcher?Nowherushesatagatewhichothershaveopenedforhim,butrushestoolateandcatcheshisleg。Madwithpain,henearlygivesitup,butthesparkofpluckisstillthere,andwiththrobbingkneeheperseveres。Howhehatesit!Itisalldetestablenow。Hecannotholdhishorsebecauseofhisgloves,andhecannotgetthemoff。Thesympatheticbeastknowsthathismasterisunhappy,andmakeshimselfunhappyandtroublesomeinconsequence。Ourfriendisstillgoing,ridingwildly,butstillkeepingagrainofcautionforhisfences。Hehasnotbeendownyet,buthasbarelysavedhimselfmorethanonce。Theploughsareverydeep,andhishorse,thoughstillboringathim,pantsheavily。Oh,thattheremightcomeacheck,orthatthebruteofafoxmighthappilygotoground!Butno!Theruckofthehuntisfarawayfromhiminfront,andthegameisrunningsteadilystraightforsomewellknownthoughstilldistantprotection。Butthemanwhodoesn'tlikeitstillseesaredcoatbeforehim,andperseveresinchasingthewearerofit。Thesolitaryredcoatbecomesdistant,andstillmoredistantfromhim,buthegoesonwhilehecanyetkeepthelineinwhichthatredcoathasridden。Hemusthurryhimself,however,orhewillbelosttohumanity,andwillbealone。Hemusthurryhimself,buthishorsenowdesirestohurrynomore。Soheputshisspurstothebrutesavagely,andthenatsomelittlefence,someignobleditch,theycomedowntogetherinthemud,andthequestionofanyfurthereffortissavedfortherider。Whenhearisestheredcoatisoutofsight,andhisownhorseishalfacrossthefieldbeforehim。Insuchaposition,isitpossiblethatamanshouldlikeit?
Aboutfouro'clockintheafternoon,whentheothermenarecomingin,heturnsupatthehuntingstables,andnobodyaskshimanyquestions。Hemayhavebeendoingfairlywellforwhatanybodyknows,and,ashesaysnothingofhimself,hisdisgraceisatanyratehidden。Whyshouldhetellthathehadbeennearlyanhouronfoottryingtocatchhishorse,thathehadsathimselfdownonabankandalmostcried,andthathehaddrainedhisflasktothelastdropbeforeoneo'clock?Nooneneedknowtheextentofhismiseries。Andnoonedoesknowhowgreatisthemiseryenduredbythosewhohuntregularly,andwhodonotlikeit。
THEMANWHOHUNTSANDDOESLIKEIT。
Themanwhohuntsanddoeslikeitisanobjectofkeenenvytothemanwhohuntsanddoesn't;buthe,too,hashisownmiseries,andIamnotpreparedtosaythattheyarealwayslessaggravatingthanthoseenduredbyhislessambitiousbrotherinthefield。He,too,whenhecomestomakeuphisaccount,whenhebringshishuntingtobookandinquireswhetherhiswhistlehasbeenworthitsprice,isdriventodeclarethatvanityandvexationofspirithavebeentheprevailingcharacteristicsofhishuntinglife。Onhowmanyeveningshashereturnedcontentedwithhissport?Howmanydayshashedeclaredtohavebeenutterlywasted?Howoftenhavefrostandsnow,droughtandrain,windandsunshine,impededhisplans?fortoahuntingmanfrost,snow,drought,rain,windandsunshine,willallcomeamiss。Then,whentheonerunoftheseasoncomes,heisnotthere!Hehasbeenidleandhastakenalibertywiththeday;orhehasfollowedothergodsandgonewithstrangehounds。Withsoreearsandbitterhearthehearstheexaggeratedboastingsofhiscomrades,andalmostswearsthathewillhavenomoreofit。
Attheendoftheseasonhetellshimselfthattheseason'samusementhascosthimfivehundredpounds;thathehashadonegoodday,threedaysthatwerenotbad,andthatalltheresthavebeenvanityandvexationofspirit。Afterall,itmaybeaquestionwhetherthemanwhohuntsanddoesn'tlikeitdoesnothavethebestofit。
Whenweconsiderwhatisenduredbythehuntingmanthewonderisthatanymanshouldlikeit。IntheolddaysofSquireWestern,andintheolddaystoosincethetimeofSquireWestern,theolddaysofthirtyyearssince,thehuntingmanhadhishuntingneartohim。Hewasacountrygentlemanwhoconsideredhimselftobeenergeticifhewentouttwiceaweek,andindoingthisherarelylefthishouseearlierforthatpurposethanhewouldleaveitforothers。Atcertainperiodsoftheyearheifhowentouttwiceaherarelylefthishousethanhewouldleaveitperiodsoftheyearhewould,perhaps,beoutbeforedawn;butthenthegeneralhabitsofhislifeconducedtoearlyrising;andhisdistanceswereshort。Ifhekeptacoupleofhorsesforthepurposehewaswellmounted,andthesehorseswereavailableforotheruses。Herodeoutandhome,joggingslowlyalongtheroads,andwasamartyrtonoambition。Allthathasbeenchangednow。Themanwhohuntsandlikesit,eithertakesasmallhurtingseatawayfromthecomfortsofhisownhome,orhelocateshimselfmiserablyataninn,orheundergoesthepurgatoryofdailyjourneysupanddownfromLondon,doingthatforhishuntingwhichnoconsiderationofmoney—makingwouldinducehimtodoforhisbusiness。Hishuntingrequiresfromhimeverything,histime,hismoney,hissocialhours,hisrest,hissweetmorningsleep;nay,hisverydinnershavetobesacrificedtothisMoloch!
Letusfollowhimonanordinaryday。Hisgroomcomestohisbed—
chamberatseveno'clock,andtellshimthatithasfrozenduringthenight。IfhebeaLondonman,usingthetrainforhishunting,heknowsnothingofthefrost,anddoesnotlearnwhetherthedaybepracticableornottillhefindshimselfdowninthecountry。Butwewillsupposeourfriendtobelocatedinsomehuntingdistrict,andaccordinglyhisgroomvisitshimwithtidings。"Isitfreezingnow?"heasksfromunderthebedclothes。
Andeventhemanwhodoeslikeitatsuchmomentsalmostwishesthattheanswershouldbeplainlyintheaffirmative。ThenswiftlyagaintothearmsofMorpheushemighttakehimself,andrufflehistempernofurtheronthatmorning!Hedesires,atanyrate,adecisiveanswer。Tobeornottobeasregardsthatday'shurtingiswhathenowwantstoknow。Butthatisexactlywhatthegroomcannottellhim。"It'sjustathincrustoffrost,sir,andthes'mometerisastandingatthepint。"Thatistheanswerwhichthemanmakes,andonthathehastocometoadecision!Forhalfanhourheliesdoubtingwhilehiswaterisgettingcold,andthensendsforhismanagain。Thethermometerisstillstandingatthepoint,butthemanhastriedthecrustwithhisheelandfoundittobeverythin。Themanwhohuntsandlikesitscornshisease,andresolvesthathewillatanyratepersevere。Hetumblesintohistub,andalittlebeforeninecomesouttohisbreakfast,stilldoubtingsorelywhetherornotheday"willdo。"Therehe,perhaps,meetsoneortwootherslikehimself,andlearnsthatthemenwhohuntanddon'tlikeitarestillwarmintheirbeds。Onsuchmorningsasthese,andsuchmorningsareverymany,themenwhohuntanddonotlikeitcertainlyhavethebestofit。Themanwhohuntsanddoeslikeittakeshimselfouttosomekitchen—gardenorneighbouringpaddock,andkicksatthegroundhimself。Certainlythereisacrust,averymanifestcrust。Thoughheputsupinthecountry,hehastogosixteenmilestothemeet,andhasnomeansofknowingwhetherornothehoundswillgoout。"Jorrocksalwaysgoesifthere'sachance,"saysonefellow,speakingofthemaster。"Idon'tknow,"saysourfriend;"he'sadealsloweratitthanheusedtobe。Formypart,IwishJorrockswouldgo;he'sgettingtooold。"Thenheboltsamuttonchopandacoupleofeggshurriedly,andsubmitshimselftobecarriedoffinthetrap。
Thoughheishalfanhourlateatthemeet,nohoundshaveasyetcome,andhebeginstocursehisluck。Anon—huntingday,adaythatturnsouttobenodayforhuntingpurposes,beguninthisway,isofalldaysthemostmelancholy。Whatisamantodowithhimselfwhohasputhimselfintohisbootsandbreeches,andwhothenfindshimself,byoneo'clock,landedbackathisstarting—
pointwithoutemployment?Whoundersuchcircumstancescanapplyhimselftoanysalutaryemployment?Cigarsandstable—talkareallthatremaintohim;anditiswellforhimifhecanrefrainfromtheadditionalexcitementofbrandyandwater。
Butonthepresentoccasionwewillnotpresumethatourfriendhasfallenintosodeepabathosofmisfortune。Attwelveo'clockTomappears,withthehoundsfollowingslowlyathisheels;andadozenmen,angrywithimpatience,flyathimwithassurancesthattherehasbeennosignoffrostsinceteno'clock。"Ain'tthere?"saysTom;"youlookatthenorthsidesofthebanks,andseehowyou'dlikeit。"Someonemakesanuncivilremarkastothenorthsidesofthebanks,andwantstoknowwhenoldJorrocksiscoming。"Thesquire'llbeheretimeenough,"saysTom。Andthentheretakesplacethatslowwalkingupanddownofthehounds,whichonsuchmorningsalwayscontinuesforhalfanhour。Lethimwhoenviestheconditionofthemanwhohuntsandlikesit,rememberthatacoldthawisgoingon,thatourfriendisalreadysulkywithwaiting,thattorideupanddownforanhourandahalfatawalkingpaceonsuchamorningisnotanexhilaratingpastime,andhewillunderstandthatthehuntingmanhimselfmayhavedoubtsastothewisdomofhiscourseofaction。