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sickle in hand, pauses for a moment to wipe his 

 brow and look at the passing throng. 



Farmers in their tax-carts, with smiling 

 wives and rosy-cheeked daughters, who would 

 like to smile if they felt sure that it would be 

 proper, swell the procession which winds along 

 the shady roads — where overhanging branches 

 brush the shoulders of men on drags — and toils 

 tediously on in an apparently unending stream 

 up the laborious hill to the course. 



Perhaps the carriage in which we journey 

 to the course passes through the Duke of 

 Richmond's park, which looks delightfully fresh 

 and green as we turn into the gates from the 

 dusty road. Over the house the Royal standard 

 is flying, and indeed in a group of the Duke of 

 Richmond's visitors standing around the door- 

 way, chatting and smoking, his Royal Highness 

 the Prince of Wales is a prominent figure. 

 Here are the inevitable gipsies charging about 

 on barebacked horses to offer their services as 

 leaders up the terribly steep hill. How theii- 

 horses are employed during the rest of the year 

 when there is no racing at Goodwood is a mystery ; 

 but evidently, h-om the manner in which their 

 masters stick on, gipsies must have constant 

 practice in riding. Another way is to skirt the 

 park, and pass by the side of the Birdless Grove, 



