In America, riding is a necessity; in England, it is a pleasure.

Young men and women attend riding-school in our fatherland, and consider that they are studying a science.

Jerome was no rider.

He had not been on horseback for more than ten years, and as soon as he mounted, every one saw that he was a novice, and a smile was on the countenance of each member of the company.
The blowing of the horn, and assembling of the hounds, and finally the release of the fox from his close prison, were the signals for the chase to commence.

The first half-mile the little animal took his course over a beautiful field where there was neither hedge nor ditch.