230 Saddle and Sirloin. 



the way they had dropped on to Tom Sebright at The 

 Cleveland Hound Show. 



Then, if the party were so inclined, the grand circuit 

 of the mares began — Diall's Field, Swale's Wold, 

 Cottage Pasture, Cherry Wood End, Cragg's Flat, 

 Castle Field, King's Field, and so home by the Park, 

 to Daniel's Paddock. One canter round it, with his 

 flag flying, just to show his muscle, was a ceremony 

 the chestnut never omitted ; and after that he stood 

 nibbling at his old master's stick, or letting him pass 

 his hand admiringly down his back, which was " cloven 

 like a ram's." Rifleman omitted the gallop, and was 

 quiet as a sheep throughout, but Snarry had some 

 sharp admonitions for Colsterdale (who was always 

 tearing at his irritable silky skin), when his half- 

 playful, half-mischievous " dot and go one" began, and 

 there was never any love lost between them from the 

 first. Fandango we never saw in a paddock ; but we 

 remember well Dick Stockdale's beaming face, when 

 he begged Sir Tatton to send him to Driffield Show, 

 and how with that point of the right forefinger, which 

 he often adopted when he was making a jocular hit, 

 while his face mantled with a hearty but noiseless 

 laugh, the baronet slyly intimated that he dare not 

 meet Maroon. Then Dick, who hadn't cared much 

 for shows since his horse was " put aside" at Lincoln, 

 said that he wouldn't send Maroon, and offered to lead 

 Fandango with his own fair hands into the ring, and 

 Sir Tatton rejoined that it " certainly was a tempta- 

 tion," and so they had their laugh out.** Mr. Blenk- 



* Dick Stockdale met with his death by a fall from his pony (which 

 brought on apoplexy), within 100 yards of his own stable at Skeme. 

 He was, in fact, just concluding his last round of the season with Walk- 

 ington. His stallion and colt lore was immense, beginning generally 

 with Tramp, and so through Brutandorf, Melbourne, St. Bennett, and 

 Robinson, down to Maroon. He began life with Mr. Whiting of Leven, 

 near Beverley, who had the first two horses, and he once acted as his 

 foreman on the farm as well. As a stacker and thatcher he could give 



