SOME EQUINE ERRATICS 



*' That's a wonderful jumper I've put you on 

 this morning," said a much valued friend of 

 mine, who had mounted me for a gallop 

 with Lord Rothschild's splendid pack of stag- 

 hounds in the happy Vale of Aylesbury ; 



" but he has got a trick of " He never 



finished his sentence, as just at that moment 

 away we went, a tremendous field, over a 

 small meadow to a fence with a drop into the 

 lane beyond. On "a wonderful jumper," I 

 suppose, we are all inclined to sit a bit 

 "jolly," and I dare say I was guilty of so 

 doing. To my great astonishment my horse 

 whipped round at the fence — not at all a 

 formidable one — and started for home. I 

 pulled him up, told him mildly, but firmly, 

 that his conduct was decidedly wrong, and 



took him back to the exact place in the 



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