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Another very remarkable feat of equitation 

 was performed by the same gentleman about 

 this time. On returning, after a day's fox- 

 hunting, to Hayne 7'ia Tinhay Bridge, his 

 progress was momentarily arrested by discovering 

 that the bridge, consisting of five arches, was 

 under repair ; four of which were only partially 

 finished, while the space intended for the centre 

 arch was left entirely open, the river running 

 rapidly and visibly some fourteen feet below. 

 Mr. Harris, happily, was on Skylark, a Foxbury 

 mare bred by Mr. Brendon, of Cazantick, and a 

 perfect hunter. To the horror of the adjoining 

 cottagers, many of whom were watching him 

 from their doors, Mr. Harris rode over the 

 hurdles that fenced off the bridge ; then, giving 

 the mare her head, she felt cautiously for a sure 

 footing amid the broken masonry, and, collecting 

 herself, jumped to the top of the first arch, 

 then on to the second, paused a moment on the 

 brink of the centre arch, as if measuring the 

 exact width of the chasm, then rose cooUv and 

 collectedly and cleared it at a bound. The two 

 remaining arches were easily topped ; then came 

 the hurdles, and away. 



Gaylass, Woodbine, Guilty, Comedy, Desperate, 

 Madcap, Singer, Daphne, and Mercury are 

 running for blood, and will not be denied. And 

 though Harris and Colonel Raleigh Gilbert, the 

 future hero of many a brilliant campaign in 



