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the line. Occasionally a stout gentleman determines, 

 rather than be left behind, to jump or perish in the 

 attempt. He is gravely advised by some athlete to 

 " pull himself together/' whatever that process may 

 be ; he balances his arms, rushes, regardless of family 

 considerations, at his work, funks, towers, is deposited 



but his name lives in his stock, when far flashier greyhounds are forgot- 

 ten. Calabaroono had fine pace, and a deal of cleverness. Still, 

 Jessica was very nearly too much for him in the Plate at Altcar. She 

 was getting very busy at last ; but the hare did not live long enough. 

 Rebe was one of the most persevering bitches that ever was put in slips 

 at Altcar, and she went a good pace as well. She had a remarkably 

 clever way of taking a drain and then stopping herself ; and she twice 

 overdid Sea Pink by that dodge, as the latter got over and tumbled about, 

 while the black was scoring-up points. King Death had only just the 

 best of the pace with Rebe in the Waterlo Cup run-up ; but the hare 

 soughed. Theatre Royal "just wanted a little pace, or she would have 

 been quite first-class. " Kingwater's action was as smooth as oil, but he 

 was rather soft-hearted. His pace was wonderful, and he had cleverness 

 to correspond. His finest course was with Romping Girl for the 

 Douglas Cup, in the Greenfields at Abington, Crawford St. John. It 

 was a very long slip, and they ran neck and neck for three hundred 

 yards, when Romping Girl drew out and got first turn. Kingwater had 

 the second, and the bitch the third, and then she raced past him, and 

 ran her hare to a standstill. Romping Girl's daughter, Restless Belle, 

 understood driving in the highest degree. She would drive them a mile, 

 and never bring them round, and let nothing else get in. Prize Flower 

 could go a good pace, and delighted in long game courses; and Belle of 

 the Village was very staunch, and excelled in a long driving course on 

 the downs. Cauld Kail was a very steady and smooth runner, but not 

 exactly brilliant. Fieldfare was not fast, but smooth at her turns; Silk- 

 worm had good pace, but did not like to be punished; Cheer Boys was 

 a very game dog, and ran like a puppy at Ashdown in his fifth season ; 

 Grand Master was a rare puppy until he met with his accident ; and 

 Mr. Warwick always quotes the way in which he knocked about a 

 hare on the Black Hill, Abington, as a marvellous specimen of "high 

 art." 



Brigadier went rarely through the Liverpool Cup, and was only once 

 challenged by Fieldfare. He was so clever with his hare, that she must 

 have jumped over him to get in. This was once done at Hordley by 

 Butterfly (by Lopez), and she won the Cup by it. Brigadier's daughter, 

 Brigade, is a beautiful bitch, with great pace, very determined, and very 

 clever withal. She goes faster from her turns than Jane Anne (now 

 Sweetbriar), who, clever and game as she was, rather lacked pace. Bab 

 at the Bowster was hardly so brilliant as Brigade last season, but very 

 determined and clever, and goes a great pace. In fact, she is good all 



