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and such a man ; because we see what both can 

 do, as well as what both "can't do," or won't try 

 to do. 



If you were to shpw Colonel Codshead a hundred 

 and fifty horses he would pick a hole in each. Indeed 

 people are tired of showing him them, and to say that 

 you know a man who wants a horse, and name 

 Colonel Codshead, is enough to provoke a smile on 

 the face of the owner. Young Tom Rapid, who is 

 always in a hurry, having nothing whatever to do, 

 always greets our hero with, "Well, Cod, how are 

 you?" adding, in the same breath, " J don't know of a 

 horse that will suit you." 



But hark ! our Master greets the Colonel. Let 

 us hear what passes. Ten to one but it is the old 

 story. 



Master, loquitur. " Good morning, Colonel Cods- 

 head ', glad to see you among us at last." 



" Good morning, sir," replies Codshead ; " glad to 

 find myself out, I assure you ; quite refreshing after 

 the toils and fatigues of office." 



Master. "Oh, ah, I forgot; I've the honour of 

 addressing the Mayor of Turtleton (Master raising 

 his hat as he speaks), I hope we shall see more of 

 you ; though the season, I am sorry to say, is about 

 over." 



"More's the pity," replies Codshead; "I was in 

 hopes to have had some good spring hunting." 



" Not this season, I'm afraid," replies the Master ; 

 "too dry — fallows flying — farmers making up their 

 fences." 



Codshead. " Well, better luck next time : must 

 begin early next year." 



"Do," replies the Master. 



" Buy three or four good horses, and hunt regularly," 

 rejoins Codshead. 



" That's your sort ! " replies the Master. 



"Never feel so well as I do after a good day's 



