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dead heat, so we tossed. Of course I 

 lost, so Joe took the brush, and I the mask. 

 Poor Billy Parr, a friend who has since 

 joined the majority, rolled over down 

 the railway bank just before we finished, 

 and knocked his teeth out on the metals. 



I rode a small blood mare through this 

 run that looked quite two stone under 

 my weight, and the ground was very 

 heavy, but she kept skimming along as 

 only blood ones can. Who has not 

 experienced this pleasing sensation, when 

 hounds have been running an hour, and 

 the common-bred horse Is in a ditch- 

 bottom, and has to be flogged out, while 

 your better-bred one manages to negotiate 

 those trappy places with ever a leg to 

 spare ? 



Only four days after this great run 

 we had another almost as good, getting 

 right into a country where hounds had 



