48 hi Scai'let a?id Silk 



A fine horseman, with nerves of iron, he is 

 a thorough master of his craft. I shall 

 not readily forget his performance one day, 

 some ten years back, when hounds had just 

 streamed across the metals of the South- 

 Eastern Railway. Bollen trotted up to some 

 high and new post-and-rails, jumped them, 

 on to the line, and crossing it, faced and 

 overcame in like manner another obstacle of 

 the same sort, the other side ; and not one 

 of us would follow him ! 



In the days when, by bringing any wretch 

 out of a traininsj stable to see hounds half- 

 a-dozen times, you could qualify it to take 

 part in " Hunter's " (save the mark !) flat 

 races, the Old Surrey and other Surrey packs 

 were always favoured with a plentiful supply 

 of smooth-snaffled, martingaled, and bandaged 

 " rips," ridden by l)ig-headed and prematurely 

 old-looking boys, who artfully lay in wait for 

 the Master, and after rushing their mounts 

 over or through a gap or two, would ask 

 him for their " certificate." And, only too 

 thankful to be rid of them, the much-worried 



