144 IRiMno IRecoUections all^ Zxwt Stories 



him all about it. When he met Sammy on the 

 course, he called to him, and said : 



" How's this ? I received a bill the other day from 

 my hatter, who has charged me a guinea for a hat 

 and thirty shillings for a cockade." 



Sammy turned to him, and said : 



" All right, Mr. Mundy. I suppose you have 

 been talking to Mr. Custance, haven't you ?" 



Like my hunting friend, Mordan never heard the 

 last of this case of mistaken identity. A version of 

 the latter part of this story has appeared in the 

 Pzn^ Un, but never quite in its true form, so I 

 hope " Master " will forgive me for trying to put it 

 right. 



No doubt some of my readers will recollect that 

 eccentric person " Speedy " Payne. He used to 

 ride for Mr. T. Stevens, with whom he lived for 

 years, and many are the tales told of him. One, 

 indeed, I can vouch for myself " Speedy " was 

 riding a horse named * Cranberry ' at Bath, a very 

 nasty-tempered animal. It was in a half-mile race, 

 and there were fifteen or sixteen runners. We had 

 several false starts, and ' Cranberry ' was the prin- 

 cipal transgressor, as he went as far as the distance 

 each time. "'Speedy" dismounted, and led him 

 back, after delaying the start more than half an hour. 



