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tucked the top-coat about his legs, shook out the long lash of 

 his tandem whip, and lapped it up in good style. 



"I always drive with one of these 77 he said, half apologeti- 

 cally, as I thought " they are so handy on the road for the 

 cur dogs, when you have setters with you they plague your 

 life out else. Have you the pistol-case in, Tim, for I don't see 

 it?" 



"All raight, sur," answered he, not over well pleased, as it 

 seemed, that it should even be suspected that he could have 

 forgotten any thing "All raight !" 



" Go along, then," cried Harry, and at the word the high 

 bred nags went off; and though my friend was too good and 

 too old a hand to worry his cattle at the beginning of a long 

 day's journey many minutes had not passed before we found 

 ourselves on board the ferry-boat, steaming it merrily towards 

 the Jersey shore. 



"A quarter past six to the minute," said Harry, as we landed 

 at Hoboken. 



" Let Shot and Chase run, Tim, but keep the spaniels in till 

 we pass Hackensack." 



"Awa wi ye, ye rascals," exclaimed Tim, and out went the 

 high blooded dogs upon the instant, yelling and jumping in 

 delight about the horses and off we went, through the long 

 sandy street of Hoboken, leaving the private race-course of 

 that stanch sportsman, Mr. Stevens, on the left, with several 

 powerful horses taking their walking exercise in their neat body 

 clothes. 



*' That puts me in mind, Frank," said Harry, as he called my 

 attention to the thorough-breds, "we must be back next Tuesday 

 for the Beacon Races the new course up there on the hill ; 

 you can see the steps that lead to it and now is not this 

 lovely?" he continued, as we mounted the first ridge of Wee- 

 hawken, and looked back over the beautiful broad Hudson, 

 gemmed with a thousand snowy sails of craft or shipping " Is 

 not this lovely, Frank ? and, by the by, you will say, when we 

 get to our journey's end, you never drove through prettier 

 scenery in your life. Get away, Bob, you villain nibbling, 

 nibbling at your curb ! get away, lads !" 



And away we went at a right rattling pace over the hills, 

 and through the cedar swamp ; and, passing through a toll- 

 gate, stopped with a sudden jerk at a long low tavern on the 

 left-hand side. 



