A sailor's life under four sovereigns . hounds, while running,preferred the furrows to the open plough, as didMingo, much to the grief of poor little Dancer,Rattler, and others. But Mingos great dislike was a hat, which myelder brothers knew only too well. One Fridaymorning, after a continued frost, horses and houndswere brought out for an airing, and paraded infront of the house. Fancying that I knew thewhereabouts of my brothers, I mounted Mingo inthe stable, and was sneaking along so as to get nearthe protection of led horses. At that moment, through a villa garden gate,appeared my Waterloo
A sailor's life under four sovereigns . hounds, while running,preferred the furrows to the open plough, as didMingo, much to the grief of poor little Dancer,Rattler, and others. But Mingos great dislike was a hat, which myelder brothers knew only too well. One Fridaymorning, after a continued frost, horses and houndswere brought out for an airing, and paraded infront of the house. Fancying that I knew thewhereabouts of my brothers, I mounted Mingo inthe stable, and was sneaking along so as to get nearthe protection of led horses. At that moment, through a villa garden gate,appeared my Waterloo brother. He took off hishat as if to give Mingo a feed of corn. I gripped A Sailors Life CHAP. 1819. both mane and crupper, but the rattle of thewhip inside the hat was too much. Instead of asomersault in the air, my left foot caught in thestirrup. Away dashed Mingo, in among the horses, withme in tow. Inside the house old Henley pulleddown the window-blinds, that my sisters might notsee the expected end. The confusion was great ; led. Pio Mingo. horses got loose. I was eventually picked up sense-less on a heap of straw and pheasant food under atree. There was the deep cut of a horses toothacross the seat of the saddle—a saddle which had beengiven my brother George by the Princess Charlotte,and on which we boys had learned to ride. On the Monday following I was again in thesaddle, with a stiffish leg and a few bruises, but nonethe worse. Most Norfolk butlers took pride in their breed ofgame-fowl, and old Henley considered his second tonone. The best cocks went periodicallv to New- The Cokes and the Keppels 7 market, their performances watched with interest only to that of the race-horses. Carrier-pigeons,too, he bred. On one occasion the birds, hatchedfrom eggs brought from Newmarket, found their wayback as soon as able to fly—not more curious thana dog carried in a hamper from Sussex to Scotlandfinding its way back to Goodwood in a couple of days! Kenninghal
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