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32 How the “ Mastiffs" went to Iceland. pernicious brute that ever was foaled in any country that ever possessed mares ! O Zoega, why did you so treat me ? The animal no doubt was strong;—would have carried Daniel Lambert had he been willing to carry anything. . Perhaps after all it was a compliment. Perhaps Zoega thought that no other man there was hero enough to ride such a brute! I did make him carry me the first half day’s journey,—some eighteen miles. His plan was to linger behind persistently, and then, when the others were all out of sight, to turn round and make his way back to Reykjavik ! I had almost expended all the strength left to me in thrashing him, when at last he owned himself vanquished and went slowly forward. After that I think no one rode him. I declared that nothing should induce me to put my legs across him again. From that time out, however, the animals supplied to me were wonderfully good. I have made many journeys on horseback in the course of my many travels, continuing them sometimes for many days together, and certainly of all those that I have made this was done at the quickest average pace. I have generally found five miles an hour all through to be as much as would get itself accom- plished. Here we made nearly seven. As the party was large of course there was much straggling, and the van would reach its resting place long before the rear. If there was a fault as to our too great pace, it rested altogether with three young ladies, who among the “ Mastiffs ” always led the way, driving on before them an, I must say, not unwilling young guide. Trotting was our usual pace, but trotting did not suffice for our fair equestrians. In the East and the West, in Syria and Central America, I have found it expected that I should never get out of a wretched amble, unless it was to fall back into a walk. In Iceland I was often going at a very fair pace for fox hounds. After a ride of four hours,—which was at any rate four hours to me,—we rested by a river side for our luncheon. Every one was supposed to have brought his own luncheon in his own wallet. Then it was that that noble hound, Colqu- houn, came forth, not indeed for the first time but in the strangest manner, as a specially ordained beneficent Providence. Out of one waistcoat pocket came a
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How the Mastiffs went to Iceland

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1878
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