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When we cast oflf from Sandridge Pier there was 

 a mighty burst of cheering, and cries of '' Carbine" 

 rent the air. I was near the horse's box at the time 

 with Mr. Day, and " Old Jack " pricked up his ears 

 and raised his splendid head at the sound, as though 

 she fancied there w^as another race to be run. A 

 beautiful wreath was sent on board for Carbine. It 

 was in the shape of a horseshoe, and had Donald 

 Wallace's colours on, and written on a card attached 

 to it, " For dear old Carbine ; hon voyage." Had 

 Carbine got hold of that wreath, I am afraid he 

 would have made short work of it. Mr. Day had 

 several chats with me during the voyage. He is a 

 most entertaining man, and has travelled all over 

 the world in charge of horses. He took a con- 

 signment of horses to India for the Ameer of 

 Afghanistan, and safely conveyed them through 

 the famous Khyber Pass. The Ameer's sons came 

 out to meet him, and they were escorted into the 

 capital by a troop of horsemen, whose soldierly 

 bearing made them look exceptionally fierce. The 

 Ameer asked Day how he would accept a gift — in 

 skins or precious stones. Day, with all due respect 

 to his Afghanistan Nibs, said he would prefer gold. 

 The Ameer is reported to have winked the other 

 eye and given Day a cheque on the Bank of India. 

 At all events, Mr. D. got the ready. On another 

 occasion he had to secrete himself in the luggage- 



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