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wolds, is that Mr. Eobert Batty rode eighteen 

 stone, and yet got to the end of the chase. He 

 was a fine horseman, but a big, burly man, and 

 the extraordinary horse that carried him so 

 bravely that day was a long low chestnut, almost 

 thoroughbred, by Gray President, dam by Bolus, 

 but stood only fifteen hands one inch in height. 

 He had been fired on both hocks, but was per- 

 fectly sound, and no matter how fast, or how far 

 hounds ran, Robert Batty was always at the tail 

 of the pack. He was often asked to put his 

 own price on the horse, but nothing would 

 tempt him to part with his favourite, and I 

 believe he kept him to the end of his life. 



We must now leave the consideration of " Brow, 

 Bay, and Tray," the glory of the West, and 

 proceed to discuss the far more generally dis- 

 tributed chase of the fox — which brings such 

 brightness into the lives of its followers, both high 

 and low, every succeeding winter. 



