78 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



sir, and they off to Grange. Long life to yer 

 honor." A last run after you, and a hail — 



" Ye might put that one postin' too, thim 

 cowards is no use at all. Andy Nay lor above at 

 Ballaghtubot has a nate hunther if ye're lookin' 

 for one. Five years ould, an' Andy was out all 

 summer runnin' to find him in other min's fields. 

 Lookin' for leps he is, not lookin' in to them. He 

 knocked the load of hay he was carrying in Sep- 

 tember taking a motor horn for a hunting one, 

 an' signs by, there's a skelp in his knee where he 

 met the wall the same day. A nate horse entirely. 

 Breedy is it ? Didn't his gran'dam win a pint-to- 

 pint. Aisy as ye plaze. There wasn't a horse but 

 herself that didn't fall more be token." 



If one goes to look at this equine treasure you 

 probably find a lumpy black harness horse, with 

 some spurious quaUty introduced by a hackney 

 cousin or grandfather, a large piece out of one 

 knee and what his owner calls a hoppity way he 

 has of going behind, an unbiassed observer might 

 say lame from a spavin. 



Coming home from hunting if one is riding, 

 everyone wants to know — " Had ye a good 

 hunt ? " 



It is five minutes well spent to pull up and tell 

 them all about it, or if there is nothing to tell, 

 invent something. 



" That was a great hunt entirely. Did ye kill 

 him ? Earth-ed was he ? Safe home to ye." 



