44 How I Became a Sportsman. 



A grave was dug, and the man who was to 

 carry out the sentence came for him, and 

 thinking to save his own legs, got upon his 

 back to ride him down, when the poor, worn- 

 out-looking old fellow immediately ran away 

 with him, to his extreme astonishment. 



" Still Hved the ruling spirit strong in death," 

 showing at the last a spice of his quality, and 

 dying, as he always had been, game to the 

 last. 



It was not with an undimmed eye that I 

 went into the stable and took my last look 

 at " my first pony." Thus ended the career of 

 the very best animal that ever looked through 

 a bridle. 



