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the cloak round my legs was pulled. I said, "Why 

 did you pull the cloak off me ? " He said, " I didn't ". 

 Then it happened again just as we got to the inn 

 door. The end of his cloak had got fast on the bolt 

 of the wheel, and they had to back the cart round the 

 market place to undo it. 



That summer, loth August, 1842, there were 

 great manoeuvres in Germany, and any English 

 officers who sent in their names to the War Office 

 were allowed to attend them. Dickson and I applied. 

 I sent two horses, " Viceroy," a white stallion, and a 

 bay mare, as I thought it might be a good chance to 

 sell them ; but that did not succeed, as most of the 

 officers with whom we were, were visitors like our- 

 selves. We were treated with the greatest hospi- 

 tality, billeted and fed, and horses provided for us, 

 and I received rations for my horses. 



I had a little stable boy about sixteen years old, 

 Jim Chesnal. I wrote to John Madocks at Ipswich 

 to send him and two horses to Cologne. I told him 

 to send him to London, and " Peg," the one-legged 

 porter at Limmer's, would forward him. 



Madocks sent for Jim and said to him, " You are 

 to go to Cologne". "Yes, sir." "Do you know 

 where it is ? " " Yes, sir, a little beyond Colchester." 

 He and his horses were put into a steamer going to 

 Dusseldorf, and when Dickson and I arrived, there 

 he was. 



We could not get our horses disembarked for the 

 first review, so we put our saddles on a wheelbarrow 

 and went in our stable jackets to a place where the 



