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Melbourne and Sheet Anchor yearlings of his owner's, 

 "just to let the world have another look at him." And 

 what audiences he had, too, as he paced in the ring 

 near the Pond, or convoyed his young friends down 

 the lime avenue, back to the Rockingham ! Even 

 Bill Scott in his Jim Crow hat, which had two wheat 

 ears in that morning, stepped off the causeway as he 

 was going out to waste (with his two aide-de-camps, 

 lay and clerical, behind him) just to give him greeting. 

 It was none less hearty than his elder brother's, and 

 forcible as usual. " Yott' old beggar ! if Fd you a 

 three-year-old, Fd straight them all if F cajit on my 

 ozvji horse ; but F think F can with him.'' 



Two years afterwards he quitted Yorkshire, and 

 took a four days' journey to his owner's farm at 

 Corney Hall in Cumberland, and there in 1850 he 

 came to his end. Dropsy had set in, with chronic 

 disease of the lungs, and his respiration became so 

 difficult, that he could be heard all over the yard. 

 Non-civilization has been described as being ten 

 miles from a lemon ; and here was the dying crack, 

 twenty-one miles from a vet. His body filled, and 

 he became so unsightly and oppressed that he dare 

 not lie down, for fear of not being able to get up 

 again, and propped himself against the wall, as well 

 as he could, refusing all corn for three weeks. His 

 last foal, however, dated from a fortnight before his 

 death, and was a big white-legged chestnut, who 

 ran in a g\g at Whitehaven. Matters became so 

 bad, that the groom determined to kill him on his 

 own account, and he led him out to a hill just over- 

 looking the Irish Channel, where he had dug his grave 

 in the sand ; but his heart misgave him, and he could 

 not handle his gun. A tailor was accordingly sum- 

 moned from a neighbouring farm-house, and he soon 

 broke the thread of life, with as little remorse as he 

 would a cat's, and the mighty heart and little prick 

 ears were still. Berridge issued from behind his wail, 



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