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geance ; and Bobby's yell of ' Which wins 

 noo ? Ar tauld ye so ! ' might have been 

 heard at Bawtry as he dashed through the 

 crowd, butting his way like a bull, to get 

 to his favourite's head. Everywhere Volti- 

 geur-spotted handkerchiefs were waving 

 aloft ; hats were recklessly flung away into 

 mid-air, as if their owners intended to trust 

 to a natural growth or a wig for life ; and 

 it was all poor Leadbitter could do to keep 

 order among countless enthusiasts, who 

 would persist in trying to wipe some of the 

 sweat off the winner with their handkerchiefs, 

 and keep it as a toilet memento. 



" After the Dutchman's defeat on the 

 subsequent Friday, the scene was quite 

 different. The crowd seemed to be quite 

 paralysed, and utterly unable to believe that 

 such a giant had fallen at last. His backers 

 wandered about pale and silent as marble 

 statues, and Marlow stood near the weighing 

 house in a flood of tears, with Lord Eglinton, 

 himself as pale as ashes, kindly trying to 

 soothe him. The pace at which the Dutch- 

 man flew over the hill was such as we have 

 never seen, and the only animal that ever 



