To designate the sport on Saturday as a hunt, would be an anomaly. Certainly in ludicrous sense, if searching for paper sparsely scattered over fields, can be called Junting, our usual band of Saturday afternoon riders nobly did their duty. Not so the Fox however, whose first business we generally understand is to lay paper distinctly, in order to guide and not misguide the hunt. On this occasion slips of paper seemed to be scattered ina promiscuous mannes round and round villages, ig back and dubiously leading to the banks of impassable lagoons, where our riders would stand and. stare areach other, wondering in which direction the paper could really lie. In fact 60 mme doubt constantly existed, that on several occasions one portion of the hunt would be seen riding one way, and the rest in quite a different direction.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.