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never had. she made a mistake, and. never till 

 the day I became acquainted with Tom Smith 

 had she ever felt the touch of either whip or 

 spur. 



*^ On that day the hounds — on good terms 

 with their fox — were going across a close 

 country at a slapping pace. ^Yery Lively,' 

 jostled by an awkward fellow at a weak point 

 in a stiff fence, made her first faux pas — it 

 was certainly only ^a very little one,' as said 

 Captain Marryatt's lady's-maid; however, to 

 recover her, I had to lift her with both bit 

 and spur. This indignity her proud spirit 

 could not brook ; she threw up her head, took 

 the bit between her teeth, and for a time was 

 beyond all management and control. 



^' There was but one practicable outlet to 

 the field, across which she was flying at the 

 very top of her speed — and that was a stiff 

 five-barred gate, over and under which the 

 whole pack was streaming as I approached. 

 All my efforts to turn or stop were of no 



