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Another time he was attacked by a large swarm of 

 vicious bees, which settled all over him, stinging him so 

 severely that his whole body swelled up, and he 

 assumed the proportions of that preposterously inflated 

 horse by Velasquez in the picture-gallery at Madrid. 

 For three days the poor old fellow stood immoveable ; 

 then, after taking an enormous di-ink of water, he 

 gradually recovered. 



Very different, too, from the unintelligent Cape 

 horses was "The Spy," a well-known steeple-chaser, 



imported into the colony by T some years ago. 



An incident which occurred during his voyage out 

 recalls the oft-told anecdote of the elephant and the 

 tailor. The horse-box in which the Spy was placed 

 being just outside the door of the saloon, his head 

 was in close proximity to the waiters as they passed 

 and repassed during their attendance at meals. One 

 of these waiters, being of a malicious turn of mind, 

 found great enjoyment in teasing the unoifending 

 animal, and missed no opportunity of giving him a 

 rough knock on the nose in passing. For a while the 

 Spy bore this treatment patiently ; but he was biding 

 his time, and at last had his revenge. One day, as the 

 obnoxious waiter, bearing in either hand a steaming 

 dish of currie and rice, was stepping briskly along to 

 the saloon, he suddenly found himself grasped in a 

 pair of powerful jaws, whisked clean off his legs, 

 shaken like a rat in the grip of a terrier, and, finally, 

 ignominiously dropped on to the deck among the 

 debris and scattered contents of his dishes. 



