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hunting- the hounds, co.ild not (jLiite go the pace, the first vvhi[), 

 Dick \'eo, ditl the work for him. 



In sheer ignorance of the vakie of this httle mare, for she 

 was as good in harness as the hunting-hekl, I parted with her 

 for a mere song. Subseqiientl)', being ridden very hard when 

 only just up from grass, she devek)ped megrims, and was of 

 no further use as a hunter. 



B. Dickinson and Gallagher 



One more anecdote about Httle Gallagher and I have done 

 with her. My kither, who was as fond of a good joke as he 

 was of a good horse, when he first saw her remarked to his 

 groom, with a very grave face, in my presence, that she had a 

 bio- kiicc. I anxiously began to inspect her thinking that there 

 must be something wrong ; when, after a few seconds of sus- 

 pense, the old groom replied, " Yes, there s a pair of V'w." 

 Certainly, for a good bred one she had good bone. 



Now, in those first ^days in Essex I can call to mind 

 very few horses ; but those that impressed themselves most 

 on my memory, and often tempted one to break the tenth 

 commandment, were the property of the Master Mr. Loftus 

 Arkwright. Indeed, they were a splendid lot of horses for 

 the Essex country. 



"Harkaway" was perhaps my favourite, a beautiful bright 

 bay with very bent legs, a birthright. He was a very safe 

 conveyance, big jumper, and generally carried Dol)son. 

 " Candidate " was another ; possessing- magnificent quarters, 

 he would jump the biggest fence standing. One, not a 



