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Of my new horses one was a bit of a gamble. He
was a very good-looking chestnut who "roared like a
bull". He had the reputation of being a wonderful
performer, and I bought him, rather recklessly for
forty-three guineas, at the end of a sale at Tattersalls,
after the horse I'd hoped to buy had gone for double
the price I was able to bid for him. A vet. from the
Ringwell country drew my attention to the handsome
chestnut, assuring me that he'd heard from a safe
quarter that he was a remarkable jumper. Through-
out the summer Dixon and I contemplated him and
speculated on his problematical capabilities (which
proved to be in accordance with the information
given me by the vet.).

My other new horse was the result of a chance ride
in a point-to-point. He was a well-bred old horse,
a great stayer, and a very bold jumper. After I had
ridden him in two races, in both of which he finished
strongly, though not fast enough to win, his owner
offered to let me have him for thirty pounds, admitting
that he found him too much of a handful out hunting.
I was already aware that the old chestnut had a very
hard mouth, but I took him gladly and he carried me
well and kept my weight down by causing me con-
siderable exertions by his impetuous behaviour.

When Dixon brought the horses up from benighted
Butley I had already been at Packlestone the best
part of a month, riding Denis's horses out cub-
hunting, getting to know my way about the country,
and becoming acquainted with a few of the local
characters, most of whom were extremely civil to me
on account of my close connection with their new
Master. I did my best to live up to my too con-
spicuous position, mainly by saying as little as possible
and looking as knowledgeable as I knew how. My