190 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



" Gallop him on, boy, gallop him on." 



" I say, there." The whistle was only too 

 apparent now. She ran to the veterinary surgeon. 

 " Stop him, everyone will hear." 



"Ah, yes," very sweetly, "gallop on, boy. 

 You said I was mistaken before. I must be really 

 sure now. Make no mistake. Gallop on, boy, 

 gallop on." 



The unsound pipe deepened almost to a roar 

 as the distressed beast galloped on. 



But I saw a mare of my own spin as roarer 

 by a vet. — She pulled hard — and passed next 

 day by Phelan of Cork, and afterwards by two 

 other big vets. She was absolutely sound — 

 but I think she frightened the old man here and 

 fought as he tried to hold her. 



The best of veterinary surgeons make mistakes. 

 The soundest horse may go wrong in a week. I 

 am happier now that a couple of long hunts is my 

 trial, and the only unsoundness I am afraid of is 

 one which may stop a horse's work. 



My handsome black who ran so much would 

 have passed a dozen vets., but every horse out 

 hunting could pass him also. 



One word of the man who hunts in every county, 

 of some of the types which are to be seen at every 

 meet. 



First there is the covert side thruster. He 

 generally wears smart ratcatcher or sombre black. 

 He sits easily on a commonish flat catcher, turned 



