There's many a slip Hwioct the cup and the lip. 



And many a fall in the field; 

 But there's many a gallop that follows a trip. 



And many a wound that's healed. 



XXIII 

 A DAY WITH THE MEATH HOUNDS 



TIPPERARY DIFFICULTIES ON THE WAY AN EXCITING DRIVE 



THE MEET IN AN IRISH BOG — A COUPLE OF LOST SOULS. 



TT'S fixed and as slick as a lick of paint," said Captain 

 ■*■ Daly, "you are to ride to Tipperary. So be into your 

 hunting clothes when the cock crows at six ; give your mind to 

 ease, for I'll be there to fetch you." 



The writer remonstrated, for Tipperary was the Captain's 

 favourite mare. Stories of her wonderful jumping, staying 

 qualities, and speed had reached him a month before, in 

 England, where a friend had said, "If the Captain gives you 

 a m.ount on Tipperary, you will surely have the day of your 

 Hfe." 



The writer remonstrated against taking such a horse, but 

 the Captain dismissed it with, "Come now, don't disappoint 

 me. I'm to ride Colonel So and So's horse. The Colonel is 

 laid up, but wants his horse to go out, so he'll not be so far 

 above himself when he wants him again." 



The next morning the Captain drove up in an Irish "Jaunt- 

 ing car" and we went "nipping along" to the station, right 

 smart. A game or two of nap on the train made the time pass 

 quickly. 



