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...There are scenes of all sorts; some dreadful combats, some grand and lofty horse-riding, some scenes of high life, and some of very middling indeed; s... ...emy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach, with two fat horses in blazing har- ness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cornered h... ... see if his—his buggy is at the door. What is a buggy, Papa?” “It is a one-horse palanquin,” said the old gentleman, who was a wag in his way. Joseph ... ...lunged into them on his return with consid- erable assiduity. He drove his horses in the Park; he dined at the fashionable taverns (for the Oriental C... ...rocer, was Alderman Dobbin—Alderman Dob- bin was Colonel of the City Light Horse, then burning with military ardour to resist the French Invasion. Col... ...ite loving at Christmas. I wrote to you last year how the abominable horse-racing rector was in the habit of preaching clumsy sermons at us at church,... ...s me we shall conquer. Y ou shall leave that odious regiment: quit gaming, racing, and be a good boy; and we shall all live in Park Lane, and ma tante...

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...There are scenes of all sorts; some dreadful combats, some grand and lofty horse-riding, some scenes of high life, and some of very middling indeed; s... ...emy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach, with two fat horses in blazing har- ness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cornered h... ... see if his—his buggy is at the door. What is a buggy, Papa?” “It is a one-horse palanquin,” said the old gentleman, who was a wag in his way. Joseph ... ...lunged into them on his return with consid- erable assiduity. He drove his horses in the Park; he dined at the fashionable taverns (for the Oriental C... ...rocer, was Alderman Dobbin—Alderman Dob- bin was Colonel of the City Light Horse, then burning with military ardour to resist the French Invasion. Col... ...ite loving at Christmas. I wrote to you last year how the abominable horse-racing rector was in the habit of preaching clumsy sermons at us at church,... ...s me we shall conquer. Y ou shall leave that odious regiment: quit gaming, racing, and be a good boy; and we shall all live in Park Lane, and ma tante... ...h to mingle. Rawdon Crawley, though the only book which he studied was the Racing Calendar, and though his chief recollections of polite learning were...

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... him scrupulous honour. The news of this defiance spread from prisoner to pris- oner with the speed of wings; every face was seen to be illuminated li... ...ore him the direct proof of what we had been so long suspect- ing. There was no dubiety permitted. M. Alain’s expensive way of life, his clothes and m... ...great way ahead of me, creaking nearer in the night, and which passed me about the point of dawn like a thing seen in a dream, with two silent figures... ...slow but very steady; in front of them a mounted officer, his hat in his hand, white-haired, and talking very quietly to the battalions. Our Major, Vi... ...bed. I have never seen consternation painted in more lively colours than on the faces of my hosts. It was proposed to smuggle me forth into the garden... ...ad received in Edinburgh Castle. He looked at it with awe. ‘Ah, well!’ he continued, ‘there’s where the difference comes in! It’s in the training. The...

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...now and then we can 13 George Meredith take a walk to see the military on horseback, if she’s for sol- diers.” Indeed, he joked quite comically in sp... ...or sol- diers.” Indeed, he joked quite comically in speaking of the famous horse-guards—warriors who sit on their horses to be looked at, and do not m... ...be looked at, and do not mind it, because they are trained so thoroughly. “Horse-guards blue, and horse-guards red,” he wrote—”the blue only want boil... ...eds—Ah was al’ays a bad hand at ‘counts. Gi’es it up.” “Why, you’re like a horse that never was rode! Try again, old man,” said the farmer. “If I drag... ...he was tall, of a ner- vous build, supple and proud in motion, a brilliant horse- woman, and a most distinguished sitter in an easy drawing- room chai... ...d a head ahead. He did win. It’s a scandal to the T urf. There’s an end of racing in England. It’s up. They’ve done for themselves to-day. There’s a g...

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...k and patternlike, loomed the gigantic figure of the colonel on a gigantic horse. From off in the darkness came the trampling of feet. The youth could... ...last he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse’s galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bent forward, ... ... grew louder and louder, seemed to be beat- ing upon his soul. Presently a horseman with jangling equip- ment drew rein be-fore the colonel of the reg... ...d conversation. The men in the fore- most ranks craned their necks. As the horseman wheeled his animal and gal-loped away he turned to shout over his ... ...nison, and regi- ments laughed. A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a dooryard. He planned to load his knap-sack upon it. He was esc... ...mes before a final feebleness. The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid shoul...

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...ence of about a fortnight, he and Ellen alighted from their steeds (for on horseback had the journey been performed) in safety at his own door. If pen... ...ed. But who is this, who rides on so slowly be- fore us?” She pointed to a horseman, whom they had not before observed. He was descending the hill; bu... ...on his countenance, “I was not, at the moment, aware in which direction my horse’s head was turned. I have to thank you for arresting me in a journey ... ...kely to prove much longer than I intended.” The party had now turned their horses, and were about to resume their ride in a homeward direction; but Ed... ...e, a man of sober and staid deportment, mounted upon a white 33 Hawthorne horse, arrived at the Hand and Bottle, to which some civil or military meet... .... CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER VII VII VII VII VII “There was racing and chasing o’er Cannobie Lee.” —Walter Scott. WHEN EDWARD WALCOTT a...

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...n it. I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of im... ...he boxseat,—” gotza” they call them—cracked his big whip over his four small horses, which ran abreast, and we set off on our journey. I soon lost s... ...eys. Sometimes the hills were so steep that, despite our driver’s haste, the horses could only go slowly. I wished to get down and walk up them, as w... ...m, one after the other, as though urging him to further speed. He lashed the horses unmercifully with his long whip, and with wild cries of encouragem... ...he flickering rays of our own lamps, in which the steam from our hard driven horses rose in a white cloud. We could see now the sandy road lying white... ...rouded in the mist, and seem ‘men like trees walking’. The fishing boats are racing for home, and rise and dip in the ground swell as they sweep into ... ...g as hard as they can.” He paused and went on in a hollow voice, “They are racing for the sunset. We may be too late. God’s will be done!” Down came...

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... and had only just left the University. My brother was a lieutenant in the horse- guard artillery. His battery was stationed at Krasnoe Selo— it was s... ...es of a cousin who was a man of influence, he obtained a commission in the horse-guards artillery; and, though with some difficulty, passed his examin... ...? Who is knock- ing?” Then he opened the door and repeated his question. A horse neighed in the distance—that was all. He went back towards his bed. “... ... me near the willow. “I must have startled a thief,” I added. “You heard a horse was stolen from our neighbour yesterday?” Tyeglev smiled frigidly and... ..., once I nearly fell into a ditch, and almost stumbled against a peasant’s horse lying on the ground. “Tyeglev! Tyeglev!” I cried. All at once, almost... ... them!” we heard a medley of frantic shouts behind us. But we were already racing along the street bareheaded, David in advance and I a few paces behi...

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...s of ambition. Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel, ordered horses to be ready in two hours, and asked to have his breakfast brought to... ...s. The young man, in reply, took up the chisel, bent it into the form of a horse- shoe, and then as readily straightened it. “And will you engage not ... ...yed it in manoeuvring his yacht round the island, studying it as a skilful horseman would the animal he destined for some important service, till at t... ... hut, merely give some or- ders to a sailor, and then springing lightly on horseback, leave Marseilles by the Porte d’Aix. Chapter 26 The Pont du Gard... ...drew nearer, he would easily have perceived that it consisted of a man and horse, between whom the kindest and most amiable understanding appeared to ... ...l-lined pocketbook, supped, went to bed, slept soundly, and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses. Chapter 3...

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...ure nothing heroic about her, should prefer cricket, base- ball, riding on horseback, and running about the country at the age of fourteen, to books—o... ...dressed or undressed balls, was he perceivable; nor among the walkers, the horsemen, or the curricle-drivers of the morning. His name was not in the p... ...nt case) of young men, are not detained on one side or other by carriages, horse- men, or carts. This evil had been felt and lamented, at least three ... ...hat could most fitly endanger the lives of himself, his companion, and his horse. “Oh, these odious gigs!” said Isabella, looking up. “How I detest th... ...the same mo- ment by Catherine; and, on catching the young men’s eyes, the horse was immediately checked with a violence which almost threw him on his... ...f horses which he had bought for a trifle and sold for incredible sums; of racing matches, in which his judgment had infallibly fore- told the winner;...

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...r. But I took no notice o’t, thinking it to mean that we had once kept two horses where we now keep only one. I’ve got a wold silver spoon, and a wold... ... to Marlott, and when you’ve come to The Pure Drop Inn, tell ’em to send a horse and carriage to me immed’ately, to carry me hwome. And in the bottom ... ...hat’s all,’ she said hastily, ‘and he has got a lift home, because our own horse has to rest to day.’ 8 Phase the First — The Maiden ‘Bless thy simpl... ...the only family that was of ’count in wold days. Look at the Anktells, and Horseys, and the Tringhams themselves — gone to seed a’most as much as you ... ...g by bad roads over a distance of between twenty and thirty miles, and the horse and waggon being of the slowest. At half past one Mrs. Durbey field c... ... the garden. When she came close and looked in she beheld indistinct forms racing up and 50 Phase the First — The Maiden down to the figure of the dan...

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...oeuvre himself as soon as possible out of reach of the teeth or heels of a horse. But the peculiar dread of his childhood was tigers. Some gaping nurs... .... He had run a few paces and stopped, trying to de- fend his head with the horse rearing over him. It beat him down with two swift blows of its fore h... ...ect health and the obsession returned. He could not endure the neighing of horses: when 14 The Research Magnificent he saw horses galloping in a fiel... ...field with him his heart stood still. And all his life thereafter he hated horses. 6 6 6 6 6 A different sort of fear that also greatly afflicted Benh... ...ntain-side, a road of innumerable hairpin bends and precipitous banks, the horse was gaunt and ugly with a disposition to shy, and he confesses he clu... ...ght they must have had together, the exquisite excitements of her eye, the racing colour of her cheek, the gleams of light upon her skin, the flashes ...

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...nd the mail, were all so heavy, A Tale of Two Cities – Dickens 5 that the horses had three times already come to a stop, be sides once drawing the c... ...iolently shook his head and everything upon it— like an unusually emphatic horse, denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the leader... ...e its own workings, and a few yards of road; and the reek of the labouring horses steamed into it, as if they had made it all. T wo other passengers, ... ...re him, where a loaded blunder buss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse pistols, depos ited on a substratum of cutlass. The Dover mail was i... ...all suspected everybody else, and the coachman was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could with a clear conscience have taken his ... ...ware, from where he sat, of a most remarkable goblin shadow on the wall. T racing it to its source, he discovered it to be caused by a sudden extraord...

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...ted as the abode of his father’s friend. The servants who came to take his horse told him he had been expected for two days. He was led into a study, ... ...went to rest. As soon as day dawned, Jean roused her guest, pro- duced his horse, which she had accommodated behind the hallan, and guided him for som... ...a hollow of the moor, sur- rounded by bushes. They instantly seized on his horse’s bridle with many shouts of welcome, exclaiming—(for he was well kno... ...tire just when— The mirth and fun grew fast and furious, and, mounting his horse accordingly, he took a French leave of his entertainers, but without ... ...in making drawings of them from different points; so that, on mounting his horse to resume his journey, the brief and gloomy twilight of the season ha... ...lairds, who minded nothing but cock-fighting, hunting, coursing, and horse-racing, with now and then the alterna- tion of a desperate duel. The occupa...

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...and was leaning hack exhausted against the ‘rickshaw cushions. I turned my horse up a by- path near the Sanjowlie Reservoir and literally ran away. On... ...n. I never stopped to verify it. T en minutes later I came across Kitty on horseback; and, in the delight of a long ride with her, forgot all about th... ...hat? Where?” she asked. “I can’t see them anywhere.” Even as she spoke her horse, swerving from a laden mule, 11 Rudyard Kipling threw himself direct... ...d scarcely time to utter a word of warning when, to my unutterable horror, horse and rider passed through men and carriage as if they had been thin ai... ... ill. From the horrible to the commonplace is but a step. I tumbled off my horse and dashed, half fainting, into Peliti’s for a glass of cherry-brandy... ...tent was left far behind, and we were flying over the smooth sandy soil at racing speed. In another we had passed the wretched dog, and I had almost f...

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...ey got me cheaply enough.’ So it came to pass that, after some purchase of horse- flesh and arrangements financial and political, Dick was made free o... ...man nor woman can resist when a meal or a bed is in question, the eye of a horse-cope, the skill of a cook, the consti- tution of a bullock, the diges... ...ged along in silence under blinding sun on inde- fatigable little Egyptian horses; and they had floun- dered on the shallows of the Nile when the whal... ...eech-loading fire. A few dropping shots heralded their approach, and a few horsemen led, but the bulk of the force was naked humanity, mad with rage, ... ...from without, the short hough-hough of the stabbing spears, and a man on a horse, followed by thirty or forty others, dashed through, yelling and hack... ...tudies for the Melancolia when she showed them next week. The Sundays were racing past, and the time was at hand when all the church bells in London c... ..., the long- pent-up delirium of drink in his veins, his brain on fire with racing thoughts that would not stay to be considered, and his hands crisped...

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...ecessary to Eustace in accomplishing all the details of taking possession. Horses were wanted by both, used to riding as they had always been, and the... ...ir on Neme Heath, just beyond Mycening, rather famous for its good show of horses, where there was a chance of finding even so rare an article as a hu... ... I represented the inexpedience of their taking her about with them to the horse-fair afterwards, and made Eustace per- ceive that it would not do for... ...” Harold sprang on the back seat as the coachman jumped down to run to the horses’ heads. He saw over the people’s heads, and after that glance made o... ...he would have set off again af- ter breakfast for the interrupted quest of horses at the fair. This, however, was forbidden, with a hint about even th... ...merriment, and we laughed on till the sound of the dress- ing-bell sent us racing up to the castle in joyous guilt. That kettledrum at the lodge is on...

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...people could not understand them. He would speak of the “labboard” side of a horse in an easy, natural way that would make one wish he was dead. And h... ...sh dash dash dasheed split between a tired mud turtle and a crippled hearse horse!” I wished I could talk like that. When the soreness of my adventur... ... hay would suggest corn and fodder; corn and fodder would sug gest cows and horses; cows and horses would suggest the circus and certain celebrated b... ...le science of piloting were things of the dead and pathetic past! Chapter 16 Racing Days IT WAS ALWAYS THE CUSTOM for the boats to leave New Or l... ...t fall, and the forecastle lit up with the red glare of the torch bas kets. Racing was royal fun. The public always had an idea that racing was dange... ...d, any way. She was dismally slow; still, we often had pretty exciting times racing with islands, and rafts, and such things. One trip, however, we di... ...t cut much. The water cuts the alluvial banks of the “lower” river into deep horseshoe curves; so deep, indeed, that in some places if you were to get... ...ndeed, that in some places if you were to get ashore at one extremity of the horseshoe and walk across the neck, half or three quarters of a mile, you...

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... (though all sailing is a pleasure), and certainly nothing what- ever with racing in open waters, the writer’s stric- tures upon the handicapping of y... ...nding spirit the threatened decay of yachting seamanship. Of course, yacht racing is an organized pastime, a function of social idleness ministering t... ...upon the yachting sea- son of a certain year, that the seamanship on board racing yachts is not now what it used to be only a few, very few, years ago... ...ovable warmth, the sailing of yachts is a fine art. His contention is that racing, without time allow- ances for anything else but tonnage—that is, fo... ... of Tsar Peter Straat, issued in the frosty air the tinkle of bells of the horse tramcars, appearing and disappearing in the opening between the build... ...ning between the buildings, like little toy car- riages harnessed with toy horses and played with by people that appeared no bigger than children. I w... ...gly dead for ever. That part of the expedition was easy enough, though the horses were painfully glistening with icicles, and the aspect of the tram-c... ...t there are docks and docks. The ugliness of some docks is appalling. Wild horses would not drag from me the name of a certain river in the north whos... ...e thing. Absent all day in Barcelona. Traditore! Sold his jacket—to hire a horse. Ha! ha! A good affair! I tell you it was he who set him at us… .” Do...

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...ccord- ing to Dr. Pickering, in Arabia—”Arida Nutrix” of the best breed of horses &c. Keep on, gentlemen; you will find your- selves in Africa, by-and... ...a- ture suggests; enacting, by turns, all the strange antics and freaks of horses, dogs, pigs, and barn-door fowls, without in any manner compromising... ... greater luxury than slavery could afford, to allow a black slave-mother a horse or a mule, upon which to travel twenty-four miles, when she could wal... ...to die as a beast; often with fewer attentions than are paid to a favorite horse. Scenes of sacred tenderness, around the death-bed, never forgotten, ... ... there by some of the older slaves. Shrouded ghosts, riding on great black horses, had been seen to enter; balls of fire had been seen to fly there at... ...alry. But some of us were too wise to race with each other very long. Such racing, we had the sagacity to see, was not likely to pay. We had our times...