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to struggle through to the end in time to see 

 the death. 



On this occasion I owed my broken arm to 

 the fact that my horse, a solemn animal origi 

 nally taken out of a buggy, though a very 

 clever fencer, was too coarse to gallop along 

 side the blooded beasts against which he was 

 pitted. But he was so easy in his gaits, and 

 so quiet, being ridden with only a snaffle, that 

 there was no difficulty in following to the end 

 of the run. I had divers adventures on this 

 horse. Once I tried a pair of so-called &quot;safe 

 ty&quot; stirrups, which speedily fell out, and 

 I had to ride through the run without any, at 

 the cost of several tumbles. Much the best 

 hunter I ever owned was a sorrel horse named 

 Sagamore. He was from Geneseo, was fast, 

 a remarkably good jumper, of great endur 

 ance, as quick on his feet as a cat, and with 

 a dauntless heart. He never gave me a fall, 

 and generally enabled me to see all the run. 



It would be very unfair to think the sport 

 especially dangerous on account of the occa 

 sional accidents that happen. A man who is 

 fond of riding, but who sets a good deal of 

 value, either for the sake of himself, his fam 

 ily, or his business, upon his neck and limbs, 

 can hunt with much safety if he gets a quiet 



