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THE FLOWING BOWL
is a rarity. Get on your hack and gallop a
dozen miles to covert. By the time you have
mounted your first hunter, you will have for
gotten all about the dog which may have bitten
you on the previous night, and will also have
forgotten a stern resolution made, whilst
shying at your breakfast, never again to put
whisky, however old, atop of claret.
And
by the time you have jumped three ox-fences,
and a great yawning drain big enough and deep
enough to bury the whole field, you will have
recovered every bit of that " nerve " about which
you had just a suspicion of a doubt, just before
mounting your hack. God grant that nerve
may be with you always !