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to nature, a picture surpassing everything of the 

 kind that is known to us will, no doubt, be put upon 

 canvas. It is not unusual for the trainer to have 

 visitors of distinction by his side watching the horses 

 at their work, and it is amazing to these — in fact, to 

 all observers — how he unhesitatingly points out every 

 horse in the separate strings, while giving utterance to 

 a sharp word of instruction to this boy who is going 

 too slow or that who is driving his charge overmuch, 

 accosting each youngster by name. He smiles 

 quietly when (for example) Lord Russell of Killowen 

 or Sir Henry Hawkins — not infrequent visitors to 

 Kingsclere when a vacation permits — notes a 

 splendid goer and asks him what it is. It was 

 during one of Sir Henry Hawkins' visits to Park 

 House that the late ' Jack' — his favourite fox terrier 

 and his master's constant companion — was nearly 

 lost. 'Jack,' like the animal which aroused Dandie 

 Dinmont's admiration, was a ' bonny terrier and a fell 

 chiel at the vermin.' In walking over the Downs he 

 was suddenly missed, and for a considerable time 

 could not be found anywhere, though searched for 

 high and low. Eventually about three-quarters of 

 an inch of his tale was seen wagging outside a 

 rabbit hole, in which, in following the rabbit, he 

 had got completely wedged. He was dug out none 

 the worse for his imprisonment, and just as ready 

 for another dive of the like description. 



It sometimes happens that the observer is devoid 

 of a correct eye for a horse, and is rash enough 

 to betray his ignorance in speech. There was an 



