176 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



" So I trotted on an' he did it well, but the 

 thoughts was at me. 



" ' No one seen him but yerself,' says wan, * We 

 is only jusht in, we are from ListoweL' 



" So I canthered him an' he did it well, but I 

 seen they were eager to sell, and the thoughts was 

 at me. Thin I clapped me eye down the sthreet 

 and I saw the door of the Daylys' yard, ' an' I will 

 throt him agin,' says I — an' I did, apasht it. 

 With that he med a whip at his bits to turn in. 

 ' An' good day to ye,' says I, ' with ye're rough 

 coat an' ye're strhangers,' says I, * for now I knows 

 where ye come from,' so back I pasted, ' an' here's 

 he for ye,' says I. 'I'm glad to think,' says I, 

 * that the poor craythur will not have such a 

 great walk back,' says I, ' to where he is used to 

 being sthabled.' An' I left them there an' they 

 cursin' me." 



" Somethin' nice and wrong with him," said 

 Johnny, contemptuously, " to be out of that yard 

 an' two sthrangers wid him to sell him." 



" That is a curious class of a swellin' he got an' 

 he to dhraw the leg an' he clearin' Andy Cassidy's 

 gate," I heard a man say when a bog spavin was 

 pointed out to him. 



They are all clever enough to pull a horse's 

 head over to them if he is lame so that he will go 

 crooked and it will not be noticed. 

 " Loose his head, will you ? " 



