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adding, in the same breath, "/ don't knoiu of a horse that will 

 suit you." 



But hark ! our Master greets the Colonel. Let us hear 

 what passes. Ten to one but it is the old stor}-. 



Master, loquitur. — " Good morning, Colonel Codshead ; glad 

 to see you among us at last." 



"Good morning, sir," replies Codshead; "glad to find my- 

 self out, I assure you ; quite refreshing after the toils and 

 fatigues of office." 



Master. — "Oh, ah, I forgot, I've the honour of addressing 

 the Mayor of Turtleton (Master raising his hat as he speaks), 

 I hope we shall see more of you ; though the season, I am 

 sorry to say, is about over." 



" More's the pity," replies Codshead ; " I was in hopes to 

 have had some good spring hunting." 



"Not this season, I'm afraid," replies the Master; "too dry 

 — fallows flying — farmers making up their fences." 



Codshead. — " Well, better luck next time : must begin early 

 next year." 



" Do," replies the Master. 



" Buy three or four good horses, and hunt regularly," rejoins 

 Codshead. 



" That's your sort ! " replied the Master. 



" Never feel so well as I do after a good day's hunting," adds 

 Codshead, bumping himself in the saddle. 



" Fine healthy amusement," observes our Master. 



" You don't know of a horse that will suit one, do you ? " 

 asks Codshead — (hurrah ! we knew it would come). 



" Not at present," replies our Master, with a smile, having 

 had an inward wager himself as to whether Codshead would 

 ask the question or not. 



There are many Codsheads in the world — man}- men who 

 fancy they would like hunting amazingly when they can't get 

 it, and who never trouble it when it is to be had. Scarlet coats 



