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the artery in his arm. He says, " Are you a doc- 

 tor ? " I said, " No, but I daresay I can help you ". 

 He then looked round and saw who I was. So I 

 put my thumb on the bleeding artery and he began 

 to make preparations for taking it up. Presently 

 another doctor appeared, and they took up the ar- 

 tery, and after a time he showed signs of life and 

 began to recover. Eventually he got quite well, but 

 of course left the regiment. I went on to Limerick, 

 having marched five weeks and one day. The rest 

 were at Cahir. Frank Fosbery was master of the 

 Limerick Hounds. During the winter I went out 

 hunting one day with John Brandling and Good- 

 enough, R. H. A. We drove to covert with my horse 

 in a dog-cart. On the way home the horse shut up. 

 It was pitch dark, and we were sixteen miles from 

 home. Presently we heard the footsteps of a horse, 

 and a chap pulled up and said, "What's the matter?" 

 I said, " Our horse has shut up ; will you lend us 

 yours .'*" He said, "Who are you?" I said, "We 

 are officers from the barracks in Limerick, and we 

 have been out hunting ". Without saying a word he 

 got off and began to take the saddle off his horse, 

 and he said, " We'll get fun when we get him under 

 the car ". We shifted the harness on to his horse 

 and put the saddle on my horse. 



Goodenough rode my horse, and our benefactor 

 Insisted on driving himself. Off we started, and went 

 on quite comfortably. When we got about six miles 

 from Limerick he pulled up and said, " I live up here. 

 Send my horse back to-morrow, and I '11 take care of 



