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5 TA G-HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS 



him, you know he does not mean falHng, and you wait his 

 own good time. Now you have been going for the best part 

 of an hour, the claims of high descent have asserted them- 

 selves, the best blood of a century is coursing and mantling 

 through his veins, he swells the muscles of his neck, and 

 cracks his nostrils in j)atrician disdain of every difficulty ; he 

 is jumping bigger and bigger, galloping with the force of a 

 steam-engine, collecting himself with the balance of a rope 

 dancer. You know what it is to be really carried. 





You KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE EeALLY CaRKIED 



However, I must not gallop my Pegasus to death, and 

 restrain myself from any further description of an animal 

 we most of us desire, all deserve, but never find. Suffice it 

 to say that a horse must have his veins full of winning-post 

 blood to carry you safely after the everlasting Swinley deer 

 and over the inevitable miles home. 



A sentence in one of Lord Cork's descriptions of a good 

 run in the Harrow country suggests a few further observa- 



