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planters who had been playing polo, and who had 

 driven in a tandem pair, was obliged to go home instead 

 of sleeping in the station as usual. As the night was 

 very dark, and the road narrow and raised, his friends 

 tried to induce him to unharness the leader. But as he 

 had just enough champagne to make him "contrary," 

 the mere suirci-estion that he was not able to manage 



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a tandem in the dark was sufficient to make him insist 

 on displaying his ability to do so. A happy thought 

 struck one of his friends, so they ceased endeavouring 

 to persuade him, and, when the trap was announced, 

 they had all the lights taken away from the mess 

 verandah. They gave the syce a rupee to hold his 

 tongue, took off the leader, and fastened both pairs of 

 reins to the wheeler. The jovial planter climbed up, 

 started off immensely proud of himself, and never found 

 out his mistake until he arrived home safe and sound. 



If Mr. Bob Crowdy is the best across country in 

 Tirhoot, Mr. Macleod is undoubtedly "the pick" of 

 Chumparun. He is one of those exceptional cases of a 

 man who learned to ride after he was twenty years of 

 age, attaining a high degree of proficiency as a race- 

 rider. Great natural aptitude, incessant practice, and 

 iron nerves, made up for early training. Although he 



