132 Beventy Years a Master. 



everybody with his mouth wide open, quickly 

 clearing the ring, helter skelter.) 



But I could not wait. Going on, I came 

 to the brook, and on the opposite bank an 

 extraordinary spectacle awaited me. "Whoa ! 

 Whoa! Whoa! you brute!" the third of our 

 quartette, Mr. Eose, was calHng, but his horse 

 was fast disappearing. 



" Look at him, George ! " he cried as I 

 came up. ''He's pitched me over his head 

 into that darnation brook, and for heaven's 

 sake stop him, or he'll soon be in the German 

 Ocean I " 



That gentleman looked particularly spick- 

 and-span when he came out with us that 

 morning, and his coat, white breeches and 

 top-boots were faultless. Now he was a sorry 

 picture indeed as he stood there uselessly 

 raving ; hatless and dishevelled, he was covered 

 from head to feet with the black slime of the 

 brook into which he had fallen. 



The fourth and last of our Field, Mr. 

 Smith, I caught up just as I rejoined the body 

 with my six couples. ''Where are the 



