1s just about time Eric Moller did win a pink. He has been knocking at the door time and time again, and certainly puts his heart and soul (and) voice!) into the game, He was chiefly' indebted, he pointed out, to the vxgellence of his pony for hig. win, but he overlooked the sterling work of MacDermot who caught his pony the first time he fell off.
Starting over a few small jumps paper led East to Lionel's Bullrush Jump, which the old Fox jumped, but into which the cubs fell. It didnt cause much grief to the field, amall check had been laid towards the Creek. Red and white paper was; Jaid north through the village, thea over four big jumps on Concrete! Bridge Line, over the concrete bridge, and after a bit of a search (paper! having been lifted) the tail was} found leading (0 a couple of good water jumps before Only' Platform, Three more water jumps led. to another check before a wade, arid here for the first time a good number: went wrong, a6 instead "of swing onto the high land they took the road east, joining paper again just before swing north for Mau Haung. Vi where red and white paper (a warning to go slowly or carefully) was laid. After crossing the good wooden bridge paper was found north over a small jump onto the real piece de resistance, creme de la creme, the real Daly's Elixir—four snorting rear water jumps into the murky depths of the first of which Jack Hickmott leapt to the rescue of Great Movement (yes, that grand old pony still. going strong). The pair of them churned up the mud like a couple of dairymaids making butter, terrifying a number of the field Gineluding, alas, one young lassie) that they considered discretion the etter part of valour and "went round." "In case anyone is brave enough to try and jump it again. the jump has very rightly been called Hickmott's Horror.
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