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you doing ?' she asked. ' Nothing,' I answered. ' Ah, 

 you try him on the turf, and he will bolt.' ' Probably ; 

 let us try him.' So on to the moors we went ; only 

 one hand on the reins, I walked, trotted, cantered, 

 and galloped that cob. No curb was used, and he 

 went like a lamb, and never offered to misbehave at 



Photo by] 



[IV. Shaivcross 



FIG. 15. — THE SAME COB IN A SIMPLE SNAFFLE, IN WHICH HE IS NOW 



ALWAYS USED. 



all. ' Well, it is quite wonderful, but what is the 

 reason ? Men could not hold him, pulling hard with 

 both hands.' ' That,' I said, ' is the reason ; see !' and 

 I took hold of him. Instantly he prepared for battle, 

 but it went no further. I resumed my old method 

 and all was well. I rode him several times after 



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