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going down the street. It had been long known 

 that there would be no race for the Guineas, 

 and that Caller Ou was to manage her thirteenth 

 journey on " the Queen's service" in peace. Things 

 had been arranged to save the old mare the trouble 

 of making an example of the hacks; and even the 

 owner of Unfashionable Beauty wanted to share the 

 spoil. The owners could'nt come to terms, and so 

 the chesnut was saddled and went to the post ; but 

 after starting and galloping a short distance, she 

 pulled up, and returned calmly to the enclosure, and 

 the St. Leger mare was vigorously cheered in her 

 canter. The Whip, too, was unchallenged for. The 

 grand stand was but half filled, and only three car- 

 riages came. What a change from the time when 

 James Moray, of Abercairney, the first man who esta- 

 blished fox-hounds in Perthshire, drove his four-in- 

 hand on the Inch, when he kept the ordinary in a 

 roar by discoursing like an old woman in the soundest 

 Scotch, with a table-napkin round his head, and 

 when he never flagged with heel or jest till the morn- 

 ing sun had peeped into many a ball-room. 



There were no drinking-booths, and merely a 

 gymnastic exhibition tent and a wax- work caravan 

 at the very edge of the course. The whole thing 

 wore quite the primitive Newmarket air, before tele- 

 graphs were invented, and before a patent betting- 

 ring supplanted the pump on which Pedley was wont 

 to u clear his fine voice, and give a warning thump." 

 Still, if the day had only been fine, the whole scene 







