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up to his middle ? A policeman in a helmet has 

 a most tremendous reception when he jumps short ; 

 but still there is not the fun there was when fewer 

 people came, and poor John Jackson, in his lusty 

 manhood, went striding and shouting, with his short 

 stick in his hand, over the ditches, and when Jem 

 Mace, or Joe Goss, were putting on condition after 

 that fashion. 



' And so the courses go on, and at last the crowd, 

 some six or seven thousand strong, line the high 

 embankment on both sides of a field where Patent 

 ran one year. A sort of nervous thrill goes through 

 them when a beautiful worked course has been run 

 in full view between Jolly Green and Innkeeper. 

 **One more bye, and then the crack comes out," 

 is the key to it. They are so closely packed that 

 it is diflScult, as you stand, to see right along the 

 bank. In a minute a roar is heard at the distance, 

 and we know that the black. Master AfGrath, is 

 coming. Nearer and nearer, and the shout is taken 

 up all along the line, as when the St. Leger horses 

 reach the Intake turn, and the last struggle begins. 

 Mr. Warwick tears along at full gallop on the grey, 

 almost level, and twenty yards to the right of the 

 hare, in order to be handy at the finish ; and then 

 comes the black dog with the white breast and the 

 white neck mark, going like a whirlwind twelve 

 lengths ahead of Borealis. She looks, in fact, like 

 a mere terrier scuffling after him, and when she did 



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