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would almost bank it, others would get stuck 

 up by it for the best part of half an hour, to 

 the delight of the carriage and foot people, 

 and above all of the kodaks. I remember an 

 Austrian having a hideous scene. His horse 

 wouldn't or couldn't jump, and he couldn't 

 ride; finally he ended by losing his whip, 

 stirrups, seat, and temper. 



One famous ride I had on " Lady Ben " on 

 the Cecilia Metella day. We found almost 

 at once on the other side of the wall in some 

 old ruins, and away we went. It was fairly 

 level country, with a stone wall literally every 

 hundred yards. There was a screaming scent, 

 and Lady Ben found the pace much to her 

 chasing taste. Her owner thinking thin reins 

 suitable for a lady, had given me a bridle 

 with reins like threads, that cut great welts 

 across my gloves and hands. I could no 

 more hold her than fly ; luckily she never put 

 a foot wrong, and we flew the walls as if they 

 were phantoms. 



I could hear my cousin thundering behind 

 on old Moses, shouting to me to steady her 



