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was brought up by some stragglers ; and so ended another capital 

 chase. 



There will not be time probably for more than one other, before the 

 country gets too heavy, but "that one there will be, to keep up these 

 morning breathers. 



If anyone had taken a stroll round the Course as I did after the chase 

 he would have been rewarded by a series of most " larfable " incidents. 

 Horses riderless scouring the country, Riders hatless scouring after 

 them. Mr. Chashmer rushing blindly Tollygungewards, his horse 

 having gone Bailygungewards. Mr. Griffin hanging round his 

 horse's neck, only escaping terrestrial embrace by a long spur, a 

 strong spur, and a spur altogether. Mr. Chowpykamafik sitting- 

 disconsolate, hugging the branch of a tree, brought down by him 

 in his third double back summersault, and bewaihng the faith- 

 lessness of Chowpy, who had left him at the third fall, after castino- 

 on him a curious look of scorn, as if the Sahib and not Chowpy 

 was to blame. The last incident engraved on my memory was 

 Mr. Sunder's Gadha planting at a two foot rut, the objurgations 

 of the rider laid on with an ash plant were loud and Jorrockian. Gur-r-r 

 along you beast ! Whack ! Whack I Come h'up I say you h'ugly brute ! 

 Whack I Whack ! H 'obstinacy thy name is h'ass. Whack ! Whack ! 

 and then the h'ass come h'up suddenly as if he saw a thistle ahead, and 

 left his unprepared rider in the rut 1 " Get up thou bald pate " shouted 

 little Bengalees, and he got up and he left ; and so did I. 



VVhen I got home, 1 reflected. I thought of the many additional 

 aspirants to cross country honours and to what it might not lead at 

 next season's Steeplechases. There was a lot of new blood out. Most 

 of it certainly got spilt on the way (untried horses, however, will make 

 mistakes). There's blood lefi and of good tap too. If gentlemen 

 sportsmen you will only but hush, hush-sh I am still reflecting. 



F. GOLIGHTLY. 



MIDSUMMER MADNESS. 



Oh horrible 1 Oh horrible ! Most horrible ! The rain it raineth 

 every day. Chowringhee erst elated by the Chase is again dcsolc. 

 Mankind in the monsoon is mercurial, being like a barometer sensitive 

 l-c every change in the weather. No wonder then we have fallen low, 

 now that the splendours of Apollo's reign have been so completely 

 routed by the accession of Great King Frog. 



Distraught for amusement, we have positively yearned for one of 



those delicately devised and elegantly executed " calls to the chase,'' 



but a glance at the clouds and the waters pouring from them, shows 



that at present it is in vain, and that as it is written in the Book of 



B, CPR II 



