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hole, one that, had Le beau Polydore received a 

 lash well laid on, would have cut him in two ; 

 for he was, in sporting parlance, " high in bone, 

 and low in flesh." His trousers were of cotton 

 oord, " Letoffe Anglaise, mon cher" gaiters to 

 his knees over the continuations, which made 

 his legs look from the knee downwards like two 

 stuffed sacks, or gigantic sausages. They were 

 laced and buttoned in the most intricate fashion, 

 with many little tags and bits left flying about, 

 which put you in mind of a Chinaman's tail, 

 or " Sir Any Scattercash," otherwise named 

 " Sixteen - stringed Jack," (vide " Sponge's 

 Sporting Tour"). 



A pair of equally curious boots completed his 

 costume. The whole get-up was much like one 

 of the Italian brigands we see on the stage of 

 our metropolitan theatres. 



As I have said, master and dog seemed down 

 at mouth. 



"Bon jour, Monsieur Jules," said I, taking 

 my hat off in the most approved fashion. "Good 

 -sport to-day ?" 



" Comme a," said my French friend, like 

 wise doffing his jockey cap ; " un beau lievre." 



