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As the Benares races were to come off soon after 

 those at Cawnpore, Mr. Anderson, the genial and kind- 

 hearted veterinary surgeon of the R.H.A. who is so 

 well known at Lucknow, sent me Jack O'Connor, the 

 pony Wooloomooloo, and the syce Ooree, three as 

 bright specimens of their kind as it was possible to 

 find. Poor Jack I have already described. The pony 

 was a dark iron-grey, standing 12 hands i inch, could 

 do his half mile in 57 sees, with 7 st. up, and was 

 one of the greatest rogues that ever looked through a 

 bridle, though he could give no weight away in a con- 

 test of sharpness to Ooree, who had the gift of silence^ 

 which is as rare as the four-leafed shamrock. On one 

 occasion, an inquisitive gentleman asked Ooree, who was 

 leadingWooloomooloo, "What pony is that?" "Master's," 

 he promptly replied. " What is his name } " continued 

 the questioner. " I don't know," he unblushingly lied. 

 " He seems in very good condition, what do you feed 

 him on?" "Eight pounds of meat every day," said 

 Ooree. "Who are you, then .^ " asked the gentleman. 

 " I am a Brahmin," answered Ooree. " I do Puja so that 

 he may win. Instead of the racecourse I take him every 

 day to a temple to worship, and that's what makes 

 him in such good condition." That gentleman, thinking 



