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was instantaneous and sublime, causing him 

 to jump higher than he has ever done before 

 or since, and to talk Hebrew and Sanskrit 

 for a good solid hour ; but these mystic words 

 were like sweetest music after that infernal 

 " Gobble," and lulled me into a delightful 

 slumber. 



I must curtail my tale, or an indignant 

 editor will commit my veracious story to that 

 limbo of rhymes and nonsense, the bugbear of 

 all romancers the editorial wastepaper-basket. 



Friday morning saw a good sprinkling 

 of frost on the ground, but the sun soon 

 remedied that drawback, and quite a 

 formidable array of beauty and attendant 

 cavaliers assembled to ride. On our way to 

 the meet we noticed that the fences were 

 big, and we nervously felt to see that our 

 flasks had not been forgotten. As I am still 

 in utter ignorance of the performances of 

 others on that eventful day, I will confine 



