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George Dashwood was closeted closely with Mr. Blake, and resolved to wait
till evening, when chance might afford me the opportunity I desired.
As the ladies had retired to dress for the hunt, and as I felt no peculiar
desire to ally myself with the unsocial captain, I accompanied Matthew to
the stable to look after the cattle, and make preparations for the coming
sport.
"There's Captain Hammersley's mare," said Matthew, as he pointed out a
highly bred but powerful English hunter. "She came last night; for as he
expected some sport, he sent his horses from Dublin on purpose. The others
will be here to-day."
"What is his regiment?" said I, with an appearance of carelessness, but in
reality feeling curious to know if the captain was a cavalry or infantry
officer.
"The --th Light Dragoons,"
"You never saw him ride?" said I.
"Never; but his groom there says he leads the way in his own country."
"And where may that be?"
"In Leicestershire, no less," said Matthew.
"Does he know Galway?"
"Never was in it before. It's only this minute he asked Moses Daly if the
ox-fences were high here."
"Ox-fences! Then he does not know what a wall is?"
"Devil a bit; but we'll teach him."
"That we will," said I, with as bitter a resolution to impart the
instruction as ever schoolmaster did to whip Latin grammar into one of the
great unbreeched.
"But I had better send the horses down to the Mill," said Matthew; "we'll
draw that cover first."
So saying, he turned towards the stable, while I sauntered alone towards
the road by which I expected the huntsman. I had not walked half a mile
before I heard the yelping of the dogs, and a little farther on I saw old
Brackely coming along at a brisk trot, cutting the hounds on each side, and
calling after the stragglers.
"Did you see my horse on the road, Brackely?" said I.
"I did, Misther Charles; and troth, I'm sorry to see him. Sure yerself
knows better than to take out the Badger, the best steeple-chaser in
Ireland, in such a country as this,--nothing but awkward stone-fences, and
not a foot of sure ground in the whole of it."
"I know it well, Brackely; but I have my reasons for it."
"Well, may be you have; what cover will your honor try first?"
"They talk of the Mill," said I; "but I'd much rather try Morran-a-Gowl."
"Morran-a-Gowl! Do you want to break your neck entirely?"
"No, Brackely, not mine."
"Whose, then, alannah?"
"An English capta
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