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came to India. He was no boy's horse, but one that 



required a man to ride him. Through that excellent trial 



horse, Red Gauntlet, I found that Mr. Elphick's cast off 



Fairymount, was a very smart animal. About ten days 



before the Lucknow meeting, I was down early one 



morning with my country-bred and Red Gauntlet on 



the Cawnpore racecourse. As I happened to have 



only one boy to ride, I asked Mr. Germany to get on 



Mr. Nicolay's horse, and gave directions for a steady 



gallop. Whether Mr. Germany had but vague notions 



of what half-speed meant, or whether Red Gauntlet ran 



away — he could pull tons — I know not, but the moment 



they started, Mr. Germany rushed to the front and went 



along as hard as he could split. To my horror I 



saw a cowherd driving some bullocks across the course 



about a couple of hundred yards in front of the flying 



pair. I held my breath and thought it hours as bullock 



by bullock crossed at a slow trot, and nearer and nearer 



Mr. Germany and Red Gauntlet drew on them. The 



last humped brute had plenty of time to get beyond the 



galloping track, but, with all the perversity of his race, 



he broke into a walk and then stopped. The brave 



Germany, scorning to be shoved off the course by even 



the object of Hindu worship, charged the bullock, with 



