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on the arrival of the first horse, was so terrified at, 

 I presume, the rider's racing seat and demeanour 

 that he fled forthwith. It was pleasant to see the 

 elephant bolting for all he was worth, trunk and 

 tail on end, the white flag drooping down his back, 

 while an indignant and protesting field galloped 

 with the utmost velocity in their vain efforts to go 

 round him. 



And now, reader, I must close this long chapter. 

 You have borne, may be, with my fads, and listened 

 to my views : it lies with you to sift the corn from 

 the chaff. I can but hope that your horse when 

 you get him may turn out well. Long and in all 

 honour may he be your friend. 



