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some bruise lotion, will bear a lot of knocking about. 

 Nobody cares much if he gets a purler, and, if of the right 

 " grit," he less than anybody else. His bones are not suffi- 

 ciently set to break, he falls light, and is accustomed, after 

 the fashion of our English playing fields, to " rough and 

 tumble." All lads, however, are not fashioned in the 

 Spartan mould, many are nervous and timid, requiring 

 gentle handling, constant encouragement, and every device 

 that may inspire confidence. With such a one the lessons 

 must be short and on the quietest of ponies, undue straining 

 and fatigue being carefully avoided — in a word, he must be 

 " coaxed " into the saddle. An over modest, retiring dispo- 

 sition is often mistaken for timidity, but by judicious 

 management, confidence in himself and his powers may be 

 established. IMany a youngster, who in his early days has 

 been known as a " sap " and a " muff," has developed into 

 a good, if not first-class horseman, and in the sterner realities 

 of war has won an enviable reputation at the cannon's mouth. 

 In either case there is, happily for the instructor, nothing 

 to be unlearned, no bad habits to eradicate. 



In these days of ceaseless travel, colonization, restless- 

 ness, and general going to and fro, men cannot say when 

 they may not be called upon to ride great distances on 

 half-broken horses. They may unexpectedly find them- 

 selves mounted on an Australian buck-jumping Brumby, 

 careering on the South African veldt, bestriding a fresh- 

 caught South American mustang, climbing Judah's hills on 

 some sure-footed Syrian, scouring ''Hagar's desert, Ishmael's 

 plains,'' carried by a true-bred Khailan of the Anezeh, or 

 taking " a breather " over the Toorkoman steppes, rejoicing 

 in the untiring powers of a staunch little Bedevi, the pride 

 of some Yomut nomad. We Britishers might aptly be 

 claimed as "the tribe of the wandering foot," for the 



