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stand in J?5 ; one of us must win, bar accidents ; my 

 horse can't wait, he must go ; you keep back, and I'll 

 run 'em all out but you." I don't know what took the 

 man, but he jumped the first set of hurdles before 

 me, and down he comes all of a heap. I almost 

 threw myself off to get clear of him, and I just 

 missed his head. He fell exactly plump before me. 

 There was a grey horse of Spriggs's in the race ; he 

 went too fast for me ; I tackled him pretty well, 

 though, the second heat, and he only beat me half 

 a head that time : he was a queer horse, this black. 

 It would be some time after this, Captain Euston 

 he'll be Lord Euston now sent me a message 

 that I was to come to him. " I can't manage the 

 black," he says, " and my men can't ; you must 

 come and try." "Well, I tried to make him back ; 

 two men helped me, one on each side. Why ! you 

 might just as well pull at a chimney-piece. So I 

 told them to get a stick and tap his knees, and he 

 began to move then. I could ride him afterwards 

 with one hand. Then he comes to Melton for sale, and 

 Mr. Gilmour bought him. What fun I've had with 

 horses in my day ! I could fairly live in the air, on 

 top of a fence. All these things I don't care who 

 they go before, no one can say they ain't true. Lord 

 Plymouth bought Assheton off Mr. Osbaldeston; you 

 must go up in the morning and see that picture of him 

 at Mr. Ferneley's : he was one of the hardest-going 

 little horses I ever saw nothing tired him. Mr. 

 Haycock, he was the hardest rider of his day ; no 

 fence ever turned him : he over-did it. 



Now there's Lord Scarboro', Mr. Lumley that 

 was. Dash me ! what a go I once saw with him ! 

 We was out with the Belvoir hounds, Sir James 

 Musgrave and me at the tail of the hounds, going 

 for Langar, before we got to the Smite. We were 

 in the middle field that goes down to the Smite. I 

 says, " Sir James, here's the Smite, will you have 



