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cannot bear to hit a horse, and when the old 

 fellow was fresh he used to play it as a game. 

 He used to throw Cuthbert and stand placidly to 

 be climbed on to again. 



Cuthbert is now quite a judge, but when he 

 came his taste was singular. 



" There is a man abroad, ma'am, with a nice 

 breedy soort of a horse that 'd match ye well, 

 ma'am." 



A large bay or brown cart-horse, whose weight 

 would be useful to his followers in the wall country, 

 would wait at the door. 



He's a cart-horse ! 



" Well, he has a breedy eye on him I'd say any- 

 ways. Run him down there for the missis to see." 



The large beast would either fling its legs up 

 spasmodically, or shuffle so that our old coachman 

 used to say, — " He'd kick a sixpence from here 

 to Limerick." 



" Gran' action, ma'am, see the way he can 

 throw them foremosht legs," or if it was the six- 

 penny variety, " Isn't that the true ways of a 

 breedy one, low down to the earth." 



Now nothing but thoroughbreds please him, 

 and he knows the right sort to get too. 



His speeches, if one could remember them, 

 would make a book by themselves. We were out 

 in the stone-waU country one day and I stopped 

 himting at Dromore. Hounds were going on to 

 Clorane, four miles on. Cuthbert was passed on 



