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taken a wrong turn, on approaching the house, we 

 found ourselves in a field with no means of o-etting 

 out of it, except by a gate by which we had entered 

 it ; and we were already behind time for dinner. 

 "We'll manage it," said Mytton ; ''this horse is a 

 capital fencer, so do you get over the fence (a hedge 

 and ditch) and catch him." He then merely un- 

 buckled the bearing-rein, gave the horse a cut with 

 his whip, and over he came, gig and all, without the 

 slightest accident. 



Having shown a friend over his stud at Halston, 

 and also his hounds, he told him he had something 

 still better worth his seeing in reserve for him ; and 

 on opening his coach-house doors he thus addressed 

 him: "You see that gig. Last night it was carried 

 clean over my lodge gate, and it is not a bit the 

 worse for it, nor, as you have seen, is the horse that 

 carried it over." Now this sounds rather mar- 

 vellous ; but the inhabitants of the town of Wrex- 

 ham, in Denbighshire, can well remember a somewhat 

 similar circumstance occurring at a villa close tO' 

 that town, some twenty years back. A horse, the 

 property of Mr. Watkin Hayman, ran away with 

 his gig from the door, and carried it over a high 

 palisade gate, without injury to either himself or the 



