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those who do not know that all this vigour is often apt 

 to expend itself in half a mile, leaving the animal sprawl- 

 ing helplessl}^ There are indeed few things more decep- 

 tive than drawing deductions from the way in which 

 horses gallop when they are not racing ; and so, when 

 the novice comes in to breakfast after a morning on the 

 Heath, and declares his conviction that Don Quixote is 

 sure to win that race to-morrow, for he never saw a horse 





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Morning Exercise 



go in better form, the more experienced friend is not 

 absolutely convinced. How tightly these boys sit ! Few 

 equine movements are more disconcerting than the 

 species of semicircular bucks such as the brown filly is 

 indulging in — she swings round suddenly and violently, 

 arching her back at the same time ; but the urchin in 

 the saddle merely kicks her in the ribs, and regardless 

 of the blue blood that flows in her veins, of the long 



