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CHAPTER XIII. 



TN the days I write of driving was a favourite 

 -*- pursuit, and, independent of the four-in- 

 hand clubs, every young fellow aspired to 

 handle the ribbons whenever a chance threw 

 a drive in his way. The Oxford and Cam- 

 bridge men were first-rate dragsmen, and many 

 a reverend who may now devote his leisure 

 to " coaching" youths for college or the Army 

 was then "coaching" very different teams. 

 There were some first-rate "turns-out" on the 

 Oxford road. Never shall I forget an adven- 

 ture that occurred to me on the box of the 

 far-famed " Tantivy." 



We had just entered the University from 

 Woodstock, when suddenly the horses started 

 off at an awful pace. What made matters 

 worse was that we saw at a distance some 



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