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dozen times a year in England) — a glorious swim in tlie 

 bath^ and a cup of coffee with just a* " sensation " in it, 

 and I walked down to Mr. Long's farm, about one and a 

 half miles distant^ where I intended to examine his fine 

 stock of cattle, horses, &c., among these latter the 

 thoroughbred imported English stallion Fanfaron. Mr. 

 Long deserves more than a passing allusion. He has 

 resided in the country for upwards of twenty years, and 

 is a thorough sportsman in every sense of the word; he 

 is married to a most charming Chilena lady, and his boys, 

 from what little I saw of them, seemed very apt to 

 emulate the sporting proclivities of their father. They 

 certainly did credit to the climate, for a sturdier pair 

 I have never seen, in or out of England. The estate 

 which Mr. Long farmed belongs to Don Luis Cousino, 

 a Chileno capitalist, who also takes great interest in 

 racing and the breeding of horses, and under Mr. Long's 

 supervision has imported several brood mares, horned 

 stock, and other animals. I need hardly say they are 

 looked after as well as possible. Fanfaron is a stylish- 

 looking nag, about 15.1, and I believe won a few minor 

 races. Compared with a powerful English racing 

 stallion, he is a mere park hack, but he is very weU. 

 suited to the small Chile mares, and his stock are 

 middling fast and good-tempered. Among the many 

 brood mares I noticed Empress, who, I was told, was 

 once among the first favourites for the Oaks, and also 

 Annie Laurie, a mare of good substance and shape. 



After dinner I returned to Limache, and took the 

 train for Santiago; there was nothing much worthy of 

 mention on the road. We passed by Tiltil, where there 

 is a large establishment for washing copper ores. Near 

 to Santiago was rather a curious optical delusion or 



