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found him one of the most delightful 

 mounts I ever got across — all life, liberty, 

 and whalebone, and impossible to tire. I 

 counted him among the most precious of 

 my possessions, till after a bad fall he 

 nearly killed me, breaking a few of my 

 bones, and making me literally sit up and 

 spit blood. I then yielded to the solicitations 

 of my friends, and sold him to Mr. James 

 Darrell, who told me he had gone well in 

 Leicestershire in other hands. 



To return to my diary. After the first fox 

 had been broken up, and the brush pre- 

 sented to the Hon. A. Sidney, of Ingleby, 

 the head being attached to my own saddle, 

 we went to Highcliff, where we found the 

 real old Caesar, a great grey-hound fox. He 

 broke over the moor at once, and we raced 



