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liorse^ North Lincoln, accompanied tliem as a gentleman 

 with a thoroug'h knowledge of breeding horses both for 

 racing and hunting' purposes. The ring- is not large 

 enough to have the eighteen here of the twenty-one 

 entered out at once, even if all their tempers would have 

 stood this, and a very imposing sight is consequently lost 

 to the anxious audience, who, catalogue in hand, are 

 watching the award. The judges themselves, by the ex- 

 ercise of a little moral fiction, are not assumed to know 

 the names of any of the horses that come before them, 

 but are instructed to talk in cypher of what they think 

 of No. 1 when compared with No. 2, and so on. Soon 

 do they ask for that Numher One accordingly, and out 

 there bursts with a flourish, scattering the patient Dob- 

 bins waiting for their prize-shoes, about the very biggest 

 thorough-bred horse in all England. His substance is 

 certainly extraordinary, and he has been a prize horse be- 

 fore to-day. It is Hunting Horn, a high-priced yearling 

 at Doncaster, and the first prize horse for getting hunters 

 at the Warwick meeting of the Royal Agricultural So- 

 ciety. But he has only grown coarser since then, his ac- 

 tion is not taking, and there is altogether a little too much 

 of him. The Tykes will not have him ; but the foreigners, 

 it is thought, may, and they are already nibbling at the 

 thousand or two that Wadlow is asking. Number 

 Two, Ethelbert, said to have grown into a magnificent 

 horse, does not put in an appearance ; and we have, as 

 second out, the pretty Motley, with his blooming coat, his 

 good top, and a head the very image of old Touchstone. 

 But there is rather too little of him ; and the judges pass 

 on to the common-looking, heavy-shouldered, fumbly- 

 ^'oing Tirailleur, a horse that his owner very gamely sent 

 all the way from Kent, where we just previously saw him 



