70 mti Bob. 



temporarily to Mr. Driver, the breaker, and in a few 

 days — for I never had a particle of vice — became a 

 harness horse. 



Transferred from the care of the stud groom to 

 that of the coachman, I soon experienced how fleet- 

 ing a thing is popularity, for, although the former 

 occasionally came to give me a kind word, or even 

 a carrot, for auld lang syne, I knew the latter never 

 liked me, and I consequently had to do all the long 

 single journeys and night work which he could give 

 me. I did not step so high, I know, as ''Firebrand," 

 the only horse of my own color, and with whom I 

 was, when in double harness, driven, but even he, 

 showy as he was, could not deny that I, poor old 

 "Goldmine," did, at all events, the larger share of 

 the work. 



Well, at length I fell lame — very lame ; the smith 

 had driven a nail a bit too close, that was all ; but 

 this opportunity was seized by Boxseat, our coach- 

 man, to persuade the Squire to draft me. Had he 

 forgotten his promise, I wonder ? or the glorious 

 gallops we had enjoyed together when he gave his 

 consent ? I know not ; but this I do know, that if 

 he had I had not, and that I felt most heartily 

 ashamed for him when I found myself a few weeks 

 later on sent up to Messrs. Tattersalls' spacious 

 premises at Albert Gate, as an odd lot, " to be sold.'' 



