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*^ Look at them legs and liocks, as clean as when hur 

 was foaled !" 



'^ And think what he done, too !" 

 ^' He beat Dootchman, and won t'Leger." 

 "Aye mon^ and he g'ot Vedette, the best on 'em out for 

 many a long- day." 



'^l^?ijyh\\thurs ahonny horse,'" adds a fom-th, as a 

 climax, grinding- away at the stem of his pipe in that ec- 

 stasy of delight which, perhaps, a Yorkshireman only can 

 can feel to tlie full, when he has all his eyes on a good 

 one. 



And he is a bonny horse, too ; so fresh and so good 

 almost everywhere, that one hardly dares to hint that his 

 head is not quite handsome, or that he may get a trifle 

 light in the girth. The now only remaining- signs of any 

 coarseness are just "fore and aft." He is what a hounds- 

 man would call rather " throaty" in the setting on of the 

 head, and he has a thick dock that does not come well 

 away from his quarters. These are otherwise capital; 

 and anyhow he will leave his legs as an oiFering to his 

 country; whilst, as he lashes out playfully in his light, 

 straight trot, people feel already that it is over — even on 

 Voltigeur against the field ! Still, his stable companion 

 is a neat one, the long, low, and level Fandango, the even- 

 est horse of the lot, and that looks bound to walk away 

 with a loose rein directly you drop your hand to him. 

 He might show a little more blood, but, as it is. Lord Zet- 

 land for first and second is by no means so ii^^possible ; 

 and Number Seven has many a ben^ mark against him. 

 The light, elegant, hollow-backed Backbiter is soon 

 passed; the Wild Huntsman does not show; and The 

 Hadji, a very good-looking horse already, has only to 

 thicken and furnish into something more, and Mr. Groves 



