116 Memoir of Tom Smith. 



or wliat not J if lie did not go on; and lie could 

 not face that. So off he went with the hounds ; 

 and a most awful pace it was : he was deter- 

 mined to keep up with them, and he did it for 

 several miles, until the stag ran through a 

 doorway into a walled garden, when he quickly 

 ^ closed the door to prevent the hounds killing 

 him. Here he and his horse remained for 

 nearly an hour, until Davis and the field came 

 up ; but before that he saw that his horse 

 was in a bad way, so he led him quietly to 

 Twyford, and into a stable there, in which the 

 poor beast had been but a few minutes, when 

 he reared up, placed his forefeet on the man- 

 ger, and dropped do^\Ti dead. Thus, for want 

 of a little self-control, he lost one of the best 

 horses that man ever possessed, as will be 

 evident from one or two s]3ecimens of his per- 

 formances that we will now relate. 



Xo horse ever passed him duiing the 

 hardest run in the Craven country, or stopped 

 liim at any fence, though he could and did stop 



