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quick, and kept his field in order by biting 

 sarcasm. 



" Well done, sir. Cheer 'em on for me, sir," 

 would bring an offender sneaking back faster 

 than any flow of language. 



I made so many cheery sporting friends down 

 there, many of them dead. Amongst them, Mr. 

 Eddy Smithwick who has passed away, a well- 

 known racing man and the kindest of friends. 

 He was once one of their hardest men, but had had 

 a very bad fall before I went there and only came 

 out on a cob to look on. He was the owner of 

 Lesterlin, the horse which had the extraordinary 

 experience at the Curragh, of swerving and then 

 coming in first close up to the stands, while the 

 judge was watching a ding-dong struggle between 

 two horses in the middle of the court. A certain 

 prince losing ten thousand over the race which 

 he had laid ten thousand to one on as an absolute 

 certainty. 



Whyte Melville used to hunt with the Kil- 

 kennies in his day, and killed the " gallant grey " 

 riding a very good hunt from Killeen close to Mr. 

 Eddy. The horse was staked and went on for 

 two fields absolutely ripped up before it fell. 

 They had one of the hoofs at Kilcrene House, 

 with an inscription written by the famous owner. 

 There was Commander Forbes, author of that 

 deUghtful book. Hounds, Gentlemen, Please, who 

 came from Carlow, whom Whyte Melville might 



