Last year a London newspaper narrated very humorous story concerning a great race in Maoriland. A' certain black horse ought to have won, but a little wizened n lad a yard high, pulled desperately with both hands and hauled him back. As it was the black horse was very nearly winning, but the owner, who was standing by the rails, pale with excitement and rage shook his fist 0 desperately at the lad that he did his best and lost by an almost superhuman effort. The persons concerned were each disqualified for twelve months. Then the little wizened jockey appealed to the stewards, Sobbin; and smuting, he toll how the owner hat Ted him from the straight and narrow path, He was so small and so touching in his recital that it was decided that as the boy had acted under the sense of fear, for his master was a mountain of 6ft., his sentence should be reduced by three months. 'The next day the owner appeatal for clemency. He was s0b-bing and snuffing too, He declared that he had' all his life been a big man with a big character for honesty and" probity until met with this little wizened jockey lad, a yard long, for the Mttlo wizened jockey lad bai Ted-him wrong. He was a bal boy and had undermined his character. The stewards were amazed, but they remained self-possessed. The owner's appeal was duly considered and the resolution recorded in the minutes was "Mr,—is a crawling hog. feel sick, Appeal unanimously refused."
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