The Romany Rye eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 596 pages of information about The Romany Rye.

The Romany Rye eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 596 pages of information about The Romany Rye.
Though confident that he was addressing himself to me, I took no notice, remembering the advice of the ostler, and proceeded up the street.  My horse possessed a good walking step; but walking, as the reader knows, was not his best pace, which was the long trot, at which I could not well exercise him in the street, on account of the crowd of men and animals; however, as he walked along, I could easily perceive that he attracted no slight attention amongst those who, by their jockey dress and general appearance, I imagined to be connoisseurs; I heard various calls to stop, to none of which I paid the slightest attention.  In a few minutes I found myself out of the town, when, turning round for the purpose of returning, I found I had been followed by several of the connoisseur-looking individuals, whom I had observed in the fair.  “Now would be the time for a display,” thought I; and looking around me I observed two five-barred gates, one on each side of the road, and fronting each other.  Turning my horse’s head to one, I pressed my heels to his sides, loosened the reins, and gave an encouraging cry, whereupon the animal cleared the gate in a twinkling.  Before he had advanced ten yards in the field to which the gate opened, I had turned him round, and again giving him cry and rein, I caused him to leap back again into the road, and still allowing him head, I made him leap the other gate; and forthwith turning him round, I caused him to leap once more into the road, where he stood proudly tossing his head, as much as to say, “What more?” “A fine horse! a capital horse!” said several of the connoisseurs.  “What do you ask for him?” “Too much for any of you to pay,” said I.  “A horse like this is intended for other kind of customers than any of you.”  “How do you know that?” said one; the very same person whom I had heard complaining in the street of the paucity of good horses in the fair.  “Come, let us know what you ask for him?” “A hundred and fifty pounds!” said I; “neither more nor less.”  “Do you call that a great price?” said the man.  “Why, I thought you would have asked double that amount!  You do yourself injustice, young man.”  “Perhaps I do,” said I, “but that’s my affair; I do not choose to take more.”  “I wish you would let me get into the saddle,” said the man; “the horse knows you, and therefore shows to more advantage; but I should like to see how he would move under me, who am a stranger.  Will you let me get into the saddle, young man?” “No,” said I; “I will not let you get into the saddle.”  “Why not?” said the man.  “Lest you should be a Yorkshireman,” said I; “and should run away with the horse.”  “Yorkshire?” said the man; “I am from Suffolk; silly Suffolk—­so you need not be afraid of my running away with the horse.”  “Oh! if that’s the case,” said I, “I should be afraid that the horse would run away with you; so I will by no means let you mount.”  “Will you let me look in his mouth?” said the man.  “If you please,” said
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