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sabot friend, but they had saddles of some sort. 

 Amongst them, mounted on a nicish gray, was- 

 our blue and white stocking friend of the day 

 before. 



"Ah!" said he, as he stopped his horse to 

 speak to us, " it is a farce to let those Bretons 

 go. I must win to-day, I have the best nag in 

 the race." 



" I don't know that," observed our friend the 

 Irishman to us, " it is not likely he will. In the 

 first place, these Bretons can ride, which Mossoo 

 can't. They will lick him to a dead certainty." 

 The bell for starting rings again, and away 

 they streak, the Bretons going to the fore, and 

 cutting out the pace. They are all in a cluster 

 at the brook, which is the first jump. 



" Bravo Sabots !" shouts out Debenham, as 

 the Breton, closely followed by the others, takes 

 the water in splendid style. "Now, old blue 

 stockings. By jingo, he's over all safe. Never 

 mind the daylight, old chap, cut away. Now, 

 Harry, look at them going at that post and rails, 

 that's a floorer for some of them. By Jupiter I 

 splendidly jumped," he exclaimed, as the Sabots 

 again sent his horse at the fence, and cleared 



