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an extra cross of blood in him, and won easily enough. 

 Two blacks, sire and son, the latter rejoicing in the 

 name of Sir Edwin Landseer, headed the roadster 

 class. There was only three years between them, and 

 the sire had lost an eye, but still the six-year-old was 

 fairly beaten. Trotting sires' conductors are generally 

 " a set of wild Indians," and show their horses' paces 

 with remarkably jealous zest. They trot them with a 

 long rein, and use words in an almost unknown tongue, 

 and they will watch half a market-day for a rival,, 

 whose owner has been " bouncing " in his advertise- 

 ment, so as to lay their horse alongside of his pet, 

 when he is giving him a sly trot, and thus make him 

 eat or prove his words. Each medal recording a fresh 

 victory is attached to a conqueror's neck collar, and 

 one horse which came to Wetherby, and " took no- 

 thing by his motion," wore a breeching of medals as 

 well, and looked more like a charger of the middle 

 ages than a trotter of the nineteenth century. 



The young hunters had not many among them 

 which would " pass the college." One class was so 

 afflicted with curbs and bog spavins, that when at 

 last three were left in, it was proposed to set them 

 aside, and go on with the next class, while Professor 

 Spooner decided which was least unsound. One of 

 the judges said, with quite an injured air, "I like one 

 of the five we've put aside best, but then his bog 

 spavins aren't of a size." Sir George Cholmley and 

 his chestnuts have a rare time of it, and Bob Brignall, 

 the " first cross-country jock " to the stable, shows 

 them capitally in " black waistcoats and pants." Many 

 look at the grand chestnut three-year-old Don Juan, 

 and talk of cups in store. The riders are a study of 

 themselves. One of them wears a black and yellow 

 jockey cap, and is saluted with, "Now, Fordham, 

 wake her 7tp ! " as he tears round on his pony. An- 

 other in a grey cap looks so stolid over it, and sits so 

 artistically (in his own eyes), that the judges cannot 



