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winner at Aligurh. He did good business with a grey 

 country-bred Galloway, Charlie, and another, in the local 

 events, for which the animals had to be the dona fide 

 property of residents at Aligurh, or, as it appeared to 

 me, of their friends not more than hundred miles 

 away. 



The judge at Aligurh very kindly gave me stabling 

 for the horses, the honorary secretary treated me to one 

 chlioti Jiaziri (early morning breakfast). Voild tout. I 

 wrote an account of the meeting in the Oriental Sport- 

 ing Magazine. I praised their unbounded hospitality, 

 said they were jolly good fellows, and all that. Unfor- 

 tunately my Parthian shafts glanced off their thick 

 hides, for when they read my account, they sent for 

 many copies of the magazine to circulate among their 

 friends, to show that one at least appreciated them. 

 Since then I have given up sarcasm. 



On my return to Lucknow with the horses, I found a 

 strong muster of racing men intent on the all-absorbing 

 business of trying to get three to two the best of their 

 neighbours. Jousiffe had little John, who was called 

 Marathon by Mr. Collins, of Meerut, and Royal by that 

 good sportsman, Mr. Doync, of the 13th Hussars, and 

 the English horse, Toujours Pret, who expended himself 



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