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the wlieel, reviewing with a steady and experienced eye the 

 gear, which seemed to give him perfect satisfaction. The 

 moment I appeared on the steps, 



■'In with you, Frank — in with you," he exclaimed, dis- 

 engaging the hand-reins from the ten*ets into which they 

 had been thrust, "I have been waiting here these five 

 minutes. Jvunp up, Tim !" 



x\nd, gathering the reins up firmly, he mounted by the 

 wheel, tucked the top-coat about his legs, shook out the 

 long lash of his tandem whip, and lapped it up in good 

 style 



"I always drive with one of these" — he said, half apolo- 

 getically, as I thought — ''they are so handy on the road 

 for the cur dogs, when you have setters with you — they 

 plague your life out else. Have you the pistol-case in, 

 Tim, for I don't see it?" 



"All raight, sur," answered he, not over well pleased, as 

 it seemed, that it should even be suspected that he could 

 have forgotten any thing — "All raight !" 



"Go along, then," cried Harry, and at the word the high 

 bred nags went off; and though my friend was too good 

 and too old a hand to worry his cattle at the beginning of 

 a long day's journey — many minutes had not passed before 

 we found ourselves on board the ferry-boat, steaming it 

 merrily towards the Jersey shore. 



"A quarter past six to the minute," said Harry, as we 

 landed at Hoboken. 



"Let Shot and Chase run, Tim, but keep the spaniels in 

 till we pass Haekensack." 



"Awa wi ye, ye rascals," exclaimed Tim, and out went 

 the high blooded dogs upon the instant, yelling and jump- 

 ing in delight about the horses — and off we went, through 

 the long sandy street of Hoboken, leaving the private 

 race-course of that stanch sportsman, Mr. Stevens, on the 

 left, with several powerful horses taking their walking 

 exercise in their neat body clothes. 



"That puts me in mind, Frank," said Harry, as he called 

 my attention to the thorough-breds, "we must be back next 

 Tuesday for the Beacon Races — the new course up there 

 on the hill ; you can see the steps that lead to it — and now 

 is not this lovely?" he continued, as we mounted the first 

 ridge of Weehawken, and looked back over the beautiful 

 broad Hudson, gemmed with a thousand snowy sails of 



