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see the necessity of returning to weigh in, and maybe all's 

 well that end's well. " Barumite " was more than " useful." 

 He could win a two-mile flat race one day, and another 

 over hurdles the next. Then he would journey into the 

 Midlands, or the Metropolitan district, and after winning 

 at Warwick, or Croydon, would return to his beloved 

 banks again. He was an extremely sure fencer, a beautiful, 

 compact, muscular horse to look at, and reminded one very 

 much of an enlarged Arab, and from his docility he might 

 well have been one. His constant attendant was a tall, 

 old man, whose hair was verging on white, and who never 

 got on to his back. This man was perfectly devoted to his 

 charge, and would walk for hours by his side when doing 

 walking exercise. When " Barumite " was ten years 

 old he was bought for a large sum by the late Major- 

 General Seymour, who was in hopes of winning the Grand 

 Military with him, but for some reason the horse did not 

 run up to his old form, and he was defeated easily. 



There was a little meeting in Cornwall, at Landrake, 

 and Mr. Dunn once sent a good old Irish horse of his own 

 to run there. As the racecourse was sixteen miles from 

 our barracks, the horse was sent over early in the 

 morning, and we started at a later hour to drive there 

 in a pony-cart. When we arrived, however, at Saltash, 

 the floating ferry-boat had broken down, and there 

 was no apparent means of crossing, although " Kildare " 

 had got safely over before the accident had occurred. 

 It seemed, however, that if we could get a couple 

 of fishing-boats it might be possible to get the little 

 cart conveyed in one, and the pony, with ourselves, in the 

 other. The boats were obtained, and we essayed to cross, 

 devoutly hoping that the owner of the pony-cart might not 



