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disabled list from a similar injury to his leg, so that 

 he at once dismounted, driving his horse together 

 with mine over the formidable obstacle. The pair 

 of greys rapped the timber all round, and with 

 flying reins and stirrups landed into the lane amongst 

 the galloping squadrons. " Catch my horse, 

 please ! " sang out Captain Timson. " I hope the 

 fall has not hurt you ? " was the anxious inquiry 

 from sympathetic friends, who at once caught our 

 horses, not realising how it had all happened. 

 ** We are not much hurt, thank you ! " repHed the 

 Captain, as he remounted and galloped away in hot 

 pursuit, well in it again, thanks to the successful 

 strategy. 



Grey, in fact, was an irresistible colour for us at one 

 time of day, two being picked up for an old song — 

 aged horses that had been cast for harness work. 

 One of these, a very game-looking sort, was working 

 a tradesman's cart : he had no mouth and could 

 jump anything; but at a gap he invariably landed 

 on his head, falling into and out of a field on more 

 than one occasion where a child's pony could have 

 gone with safety. However, he conveyed us for 

 one deHghtful season, jumping oftener than we 

 intended (!), and was admired by so good a judge as 

 Frank Gillard. 



The other big weight-carrying horse, G.P.O. or 

 Puffin, with musical propensities, was a noble-looking 

 animal so long as he carried his flesh, and stood 

 up for three seasons after being bought out of the 

 shalves of a country mail-cart. He originally carried 

 a master of hounds in the north, and had been a 

 brilliant hunter in his day ! In fact, now we come 

 to think of it, all the seven greys that came into our 

 possession were useful harness horses between times — 

 a point not to be despised in a small stable, besides 



