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William Allison. 1920. “My Kingdom for a Horse!”. New York: E.P. Dutton and Company. Get it:
.The excerpt in the book is shorter, edited and, where applicable, translated.
We were not debarred from seeing what we could of field sports at Cundale, and in the following letter to my sister is a singularly crude, not to say brutal, description of my first experience of coursing:
Cundale, 14th February 1863.
I wish you had been here yesterday to see a coursing match. It was such fun. The first two hares the first dog bit one of their legs in two; but falling over in a most insane manner (like Nettle over the cart rut) the second caught the hare.But the best of all was a man whom we named Wildfire Sampson, he is rather insane at times. He rode about the field on a little pony as hard as he could, all the while shouting and yelling at anybody he came near; didn’t care for any person, if they didn’t choose to get out of the way he’d run over them; sometimes nearly tumbling off: always first down to the place where the hare was being killed. The common expression was “By Gor! here comes Sampson, let me be off!”
A great many hares got away. One ran so far that a dog who was chasing it lay down on the road and couldn’t go any further.
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Billy’s tricks included “pointing out the little boys who stole their mamma’s sugar, the men who were fonder of grog than of going to church on Sundays, and the young lady who was just about to be married,” as well as discovering “the biggest rogue of the company.” Here’s the editor:
This scene, which always created infinite amusement (and which was no doubt partially suggested by the story of Banks and his famous horse, “Marocco,” as narrated in Tarleton’s Jests), was, I am told on the authority of one who has repeatedly witnessed the performance, somewhat after this fashion: “Now, Billy,” the old man would say, “I want you to go round and pick me out the biggest rogue in the company.” Whereupon Billy would walk slowly round the ring – this was in the old amphitheatre times – and suddenly stop at his master, to the intense amusement of the audience. “You scoundrel! How dare you, sir?” Old Jemmy would ask. “I told you to go round and pick me out the biggest rogue in the company, didn’t I? Now go round again, sir.” To an admonitory crack of the whip, Billy would once more set forth on his work of detection, and, of course, again stop at his master. Increased laughter and applause. “Well ladies and gentlemen,” Jemmy would say, addressing the audience, “I do believe the pony thinks I am the biggest rogue in the company” – (roars of laughter) – “and, really, ladies and gentlemen, I believe you think so, too!”
James Burnley provides a good summary (Burnley 1885).
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Place-People-Play: Childcare (and the Kazookestra) on the Headingley/Weetwood borders next to Meanwood Park.
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