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the drain jumping begins, and sorely tests the limbs 

 that are stiff with " age's frost." Some bound over 

 them in their stride like antelopes, or use the com- 

 fortable pole ; others go at them with faces indicative 

 of resignation and agony combined, and if a foot 

 slips there is a roar like a salvo of artillery down 



a noble one. Roaring Meg was very determined and steady — not very 

 fast, but so very persevering. Canaradzo had very fine pace, fire, and 

 working power. He commanded himself beautifully, and was particu- 

 larly determined and clever in closing with his hare. In his Waterloo 

 Cup he gave Faldonside a regular towelling, and only let Gilbert get 

 first turn by favour of the ground. His stock are generally rather 

 quarrelsome and require work. If they are bad they are very bad, or 

 the reverse. The dogs, on the whole, have been best. His sister, Sea 

 Pink, always went best over Altcar ; but, owing to temper, she would 

 often throw out very wild turns, like Protest in her first course. She 

 was a game bitch, and she never showed it so much as when she came 

 again in a course at Sudbury, where Bribery had got her beat. Sea 

 Foam was rather faster than her, and very much steadier. Chloe's 

 thighs, hocks, and back ribs are perfection ; if she has a fault, it is that 

 she is half-an-inch too long in her fore legs. She was a little short of 

 fire from the slips, but had good pace, always greater than Rebe's in 

 her stretches, was smooth in her work, and clever with her teeth. It is 

 upon this last point that her consort King Death's fame principally 

 rests ; and some of his cross kills were very beautiful to see. Bluebell 

 had the same talent, and saved some courses out of the fire by it. 

 Ciologa, the best of the Scotland Yets, was also a wonderful flying 

 killer, and went through a 32-dog stake at Sudbury with only one point 

 against her, made by Klaphonia. 



Patent was a dog of great power, not especially fast, but very cool 

 and steady, and certain to kill when he once got possession. He had 

 a nice style of driving, and went beautifully from his turns. One of 

 his cleverest kills was at Tredegar, when he fairly grabbed puss as 

 they flew a fence together, and again when he beat Calabaroono in 

 Scotland. Like all the Davids, he did not excel on marsh or ploughed 

 land. Like David, again (whose bitches don't require much work), he 

 never seemed tired. After being beaten at the Waterloo, he wound up 

 with three cups in a month at Hereford, Ashdown, and the Scottish 

 National. In the Craven Cup he had a splendid half mile straight with 

 Riotous Hoppicker. They ran almost locked from Kingston Warren 

 Bottom to Compton Bottom ; and then the dog began to draw out, and 

 reached his hare two lengths first. Save and except Master M'Grath, 

 Mr. Warwick considers him quite the best dog of the last seven or eight 

 seasons. David was a steady and cautious dog, and not a flyer. He 

 had ordinary pace, and did not close resolutely with his game. He was 

 unlucky in his Waterloo Cup, and went head over heels into a ditch ; 



