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only to reach his hind boot when he 

 pulled up at Petersfield. And thus ended 

 our eight-mile course, which was accom- 

 plished by the watch of my box-com- 

 panion, who enjoyed the sport beyond 

 anything in a few seconds over twenty 

 minutes. 



Although my horses were none the 

 worse for the race, they being light, 

 spicy well-bred animals, fit for that 

 stage, and that stage only, three of 

 my opponent's four never came out of 

 the stable again. He* was a most pow- 

 erful man, as well as a very superior 

 workman, but of such a temper, that 

 I believe indeed he afterwards so ac- 

 knowledged he would have risked his 

 own life as well as the passengers' before 

 he would have let me pass him. 



The result of this, my first attempt at 



* This poor man, whose name was Abraham Titmuss, 

 was killed not long after this by the axle-tree breaking. 



