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spring us out. Captain Berkeley was third over, and 

 then little Mat Milton, the dealer's son, he got into 

 the water more than any of us, and, blame me, if he 

 didn't begin to cry. The fox was headed at Buck- 

 minster, and came back, and the people met us at 

 Woodell Head. 



I had a deal queerer go than that one day, when 

 we found at Cream Qorse. I was on one of Lord Ply- 

 mouth's young horses, and he dropped in the ditch 

 on the other side of a bullfinch: he jumped high 

 enough, but he didn't spread himself. It was a grey 

 he bought off Bill Wright, of Lyssonby . He must have 

 come back on me if I had pulled him ; so I slips off, 

 and let him go, and he ran to Brooksby with them. 

 The whole field, 150 on 'em, were behind me : and I 

 snuggled in against the side of the hedge, and over 

 they goes. I could see the shoes, 600 on 'em, glit- 

 tering right above and beside me, and not one of 

 them made a mistake : they'd have killed me if they 

 had. I wasn't frightened not I. Just as each of 

 ^em passed over my head, I gives a bit of a shout and 

 a chuckle to 'em for encouragement like. They were 

 all at me next day. First one comes up, and then 

 another, and says, " What the devil, Dick, did you 

 keep hollering at us for, yesterday, at that fence ? 

 We heard you, but we couldn't see you." " You'd 

 have made a noise too," I told 'em, " to see you gen- 

 tlemen come over me like that.'' 



The biggest fence I ever took was on one of Sir 

 James Musgrave's 400- guinea gentlemen : he gave 

 Sir James such a purl near Shankton Holt turned 

 right over with him. I got off and went to him, but 

 he says, " You go on, Dick." I looks round, and I 

 see him fall down again ; so I went back, and I says 

 " Sir James, I shan't leave you." He was laid up good 

 six weeks, and he sends for me. " You must ride 

 that horse of mine, Dick : if you kill him I shan't 

 blame you; but if you stop at anything, you shall 



