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the road and up to the drain, and then away from it 

 as if he had been headed, as there were two men 

 working on the mouth of it almost, and I think since 

 that he may perhaps have got in after all. At any rate 

 it was the best run I ever saw, and if we had caught 

 him, would have been perfection. I was riding 

 ' Maximus,' Jack Darby's horse. He never made a 

 mistake, and galloped the whole time with his head 

 loose. He never was blown, and very little tired. 

 Both he and I have a thorn in our knee, but that is 

 all the grief we experienced. 



" Come here and we will try and do it again." 



One of my greatest friends was the Hon. Philip 

 Pierrepoint, brother of Lord Manvers. On meeting 

 him one day at Dick Paynter's, the horse-dealer in 

 Bicester, he said, " Get up on this horse, and tell me 

 if you like him ". After galloping round the field I 

 stopped and said, " I like him very well". He said, 

 " Very well, I'll make you a present of him," and he 

 gave Paynter ^120 for him. He afterwards said to 

 me, " I couldn't subscribe more to you than I did to 

 Mr. Drake, but I wish to give you a little bit extra ". 



He told me the following story of his brother: 

 Lord Manvers wished to cross Oxford Street at the 

 Marble Arch during the height of the season. After 

 standing some time a milkmaid came up with her 

 pails. He said, " I say, my lass, will you take me 

 across the street ? I'll give you a shilling. They 

 won't mind knocking over an old chap like me, but 

 they won't run over you and your pails." She looked 

 at him for a moment, gave her pails a rattle, and 



