SCENES FROM THE SADDLE. 



Pedigreed from steppe-life dim 

 Ye light of heart, tough of limb, 

 Tail and mane as pennons flow, 

 Speed and stature perfect grow. 



The Four-year-old. 



In deep-going gallop light 



Brimming o'er with keenness. 

 With your rider never fight, 

 Own no vice or meanness, 

 Enter life and learn thy part, 

 INIaster all the hunter's art. 

 Know all tricks the fences hold, 

 Hail ! friend ! hunter ! hero bold ! 



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