After rolling a sportsman in the mud, he would repair to the nearest hay-stack or grassy bank, and be caught.

He was now ten years old, or a _leetle_ more perhaps, and very wicked years some of them had been.

His adventures, his sellings and his returning, his lettings and his unlettings, his bumpings and spillings, his smashings and crashings, on the road, in the field, in single and in double harness, would furnish a volume of themselves; and in default of a more able historian, we purpose blending his future fortune with that of 'Ercles,' in the service of our hero Mr.Sponge, and his accomplished groom, and undertaking the important narration of them ourselves.
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