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some danger, Mytton addressed him thus: — "Were 

 you ever much hurt, then, by being upset in a 

 gig ? " " No, thank God," said his companion, 

 " for I never was upset in one." " What ! " re- 

 pHed Mytton ; " never upset in a gig ? What a 

 d — d slow fellow you must have been all your 

 life ! " and running his near wheel up the bank, over 

 they both went, fortunately without either being 

 much injured ! 



Shortly after Mr. Mytton attained his majority, 

 he gave a horse-dealer, named Clarke, of Meole, in 

 Shropshire, an order to purchase for him some 

 carriage-horses. Putting one of them into a gig 

 tandem, to see, as he expressed himself, " whether 

 he would make a good leader," he asked the dealer, 

 who sat beside him, if he thoitght he was a good 

 timber-jtimperf On the dealer expressing a doubt, 

 Mytton exclaimed, " Then we'll try him ; " and a 

 closed turnpike-gate (at Hanwood) being before 

 him, he gave the horse his head, and a flanker 

 with his whip at the same moment, when he cleared 

 the gate in beautiful style, leaving Mytton and the 

 dealer, and the other horse, all on the nether side 

 of the gate ; and fortunately all alive, although the 

 gig was much injured. He once had a horse that 



