Hound and horn in Jedforest - being some experiences of a Scottish M.F.H. - by T. Scott Anderson; illustrations by G. Denholm Armour (1909) (14581512009)

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Title: Hound and horn in Jedforest : being some experiences of a Scottish M.F.H. / by T. Scott Anderson ; illustrations by G. Denholm Armour
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Anderson, Thomas Scott
Subjects: Horses Fox hunting -- Scotland
Publisher: Jedburgh : T.S. Smail
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University



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* One, two, three, hip, hooray! screamed Florence. Why, whos three ? I gasped, looking back atthe string of riders coming into view. You are. ^ Hows that ? I know Billy has beat me ; but ^ Yes; but Tommy Telfer has been in for sometime, and is now at the weighing tent! And sure enough when I got there I found himsurrounded by a cheering cluster of admirers. Hewas holding in his hand two pounds of loose leadwhich, as he had not had time to put into his saddle-cloth, he had carried in his pocket throughout therace. The Clerk of the Scales was saying, Youwant half a pound yet; but there is your breastplateand your bridle allowance. All right. When they came to examine the bridle of Tomsreeking horse they found it all mud-plastered andscraped, with the bridoon bit loose below the chin likea curb chain and the browband over one ear, in factjust dropping off. When told of this, Tom said, * Ofcourse that was at the drop into the plough behindBorthwicks farm ; the beggar stood tail end upper-
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-%s- ^.P*^ She could not stay beside the old horse. BILLYS AMBITION i6i most for half a minute and then ploughed along forabout a whole feering on his head, and dashed nearlyrubbed the bridle off—I hadnt time to put it on rightagain. Incredible it may seem that any one should takea fall within a mile of home and be able to landa winner by the length of a street—yet so it was;and feeling it was no disgrace to be beaten by sucha marvellous horseman, I said: * Congratulations,Tom; but what a ghost you look. Come up to thewaggonette and well christen the cup. All right, thanks; but I must dodge the doctor,and then leather away home and get into bed beforethe wife misses me. I passed her on the stair onmy way out, and said I was going for an airing,and might not be back for lunch. See you at Kelsoon Monday next. But, Tom, said Billy, how did you come infrom Borthwicks ? You must have come fairlystraight. I didnt think youd have had these twohundred-acre ploughs ? No more I did; for I g