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the firm impression that Red Gauntlet would take the 

 animal in his stride, but the Waler " chanced " him, and 

 then I saw a bullock rolling on the ground like a huge 

 football, a horse and man turning a somersault in the 

 air, and a cloud of dust. When the dust had cleared I 

 perceived Red Gauntlet and the bullock lying on the 

 ground looking at each other, and the cowherd, pursued 

 by Mr. Germany, running madly across the plain, I 

 gazed till my aching eyes lost them in the distance. I 

 do not think the horse got over his " cropper " b}* the 

 time he ran at Lucknow, for he was easily beaten by 

 Necromancer, well ridden by Captain Maunsell of the 

 13th Hussars, who once could hold his own in any 

 company across country. As to that cowherd, I believe 

 Mr. Germany, to use Tommy Atkins's expression, " made 

 away with him : " he certainly did not " lose him through 

 neglect." Morning after morning, as I sent the horses 

 their gallops on the racecourse, I used to look out for 

 that Hindu, but although the cause of all the evil with 

 his bovine companions came to cat the young grass on 

 my carefully tended galloping track, the cowherd never 

 appeared again. I trust that in his next birth the 

 name of " Germany " shall not be written in his 

 fate. 



