202 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. 



A word about the horses may not be out of place, for 

 there were some very good ones — a fact to which the 

 prices realized at his annual sales on the Monday in the 

 Derby week at TattersalFs bore ample testimony. These 

 sales were continued for ten years. His brother Henry, 

 too, for a long time used to send up a stud, which realized 

 very high prices. 



A good many Meynell men will remember the grey, 

 Jacko, who could both gallop and go on. Jumping a slip 

 stile in a wire fence out of a plantation was one of his 

 feats. Mr. Clowes's nephew on the Druid was the only 

 man who followed him. But most of us knew the look of 

 Jacko's tail, which reminds one of a good repartee of Mrs. 

 Fred Cotton's, when some one was chaffing her about old 

 Stockton's great rat tail. 



" Of course you're always talking about his tail," she 

 said, "for that is all of him that you ever see when 

 hounds are running." 



This Stockton by Stockwell was a rare good horse, and 

 in spite of being a crib-biter, and of having divers 

 blemishes, was readily snapped up at one hundred pounds, 

 when offered for sale. 



Spread Eagle, a black, with quarters like a dray horse, 

 and a head like a deer, was a most perfect weight carrier, 

 and always went in a snaffle. They had a joke about him. 

 He was a very greedy horse, and one day his owner 

 had mounted a friend on him. Some one said to the man 

 who was riding him — 



" Take care he does not run away with you." 



" No, will he ? " said the rider, looking anxiously at the 

 snaffle. 



" Yes," was the answer, " he will, if he sees anything to 

 eat ! " 



This horse once belonged to that prince of good fellows, 

 the late Mr. H. B. Arnaud, of Padbury, in " Squire " 

 Lowndes' country, who sold him to Captain Gist, in whose 

 hands he won the Kegimental Heavy-weight Point to Point. 



Some people will tell you that the grey, Bluebeard, was 



