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Title: Cross country with horse and hound
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Peer, Frank Sherman
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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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arks from a pin wheel twenty feet in every direction,plastering our backs. No matter ; rub it off when it getsdry ! cried the Doctor. * We must have another view. Presently up behind us came Miss F with a friend, a lady, driving a pair of thoroughbreds harnessed to a buck-board, the horses running as fast as they could lay foot tothe mud. The sight of these young ladies as they passedus, the lines lying loose on the backs of the chargingsteeds, was enough to electrify a stone. That s the sort! shouted the Doctor. Go on ! A smile and a nod, and away they flew again. TheDoctor let out another link in the little mares speed, and,be it said to the credit of the gamest bit of horse-flesh ofher inches I ever saw, the little mare raced on for half amile to the turn in the road to Mount Morris, setting thepace for Miss F s thoroughbreds. A dozen carriages were waiting at this turn. Thehounds were at fault only a moment, however, and finallycrossed the Mount Morris road and went straight along
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bXD o Driving to Hounds 257 the east side of the river toward Geneseo. On rushed theDoctor, the pointer, with his fore feet still on the dash-board, barking at every one we passed. Crossing the high-way on to the Able farm, we saw three or four riders go tograss. On went the huntsmen. On went the carriages,strung out like a funeral procession for length, but all withhorses galloping madly. And on raced the Doctor, until heheaded the procession. I have been run away with severaltimes, but I never again travelled so fast in a buggy as Idid on this wild occasion. In jumping into the highwaycrossing the Geneseo road, some one with his horses nosedrawn down into his chest caught his mounts knees onthe top rail and turned a complete somersault; and inciden-tally I learned the most useful lesson to be taught in thehunting-field. It was plain even to my inexperienced eyesthat the horse was thrown by its rider. On a little farther we assisted at an extraordinary per-formance, and brought our r

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