one horse trotted both heats round the course, the others had not been
trained properly or sufficiently. The hurdle race yielded much
amusement; many horses had entered for that race, and several refused
to jump at all, and there were many falls, to the delight of the
populace, and only three horses went through the race, which was won
by a neck, the three coming well in together.

When the steeple-chase race was prepared for, Garth brought up
Buffalo, looking, as he always did, a grand horse, and amongst the
more horsey of the Danes there was much praise of him. John Hardy
mounted; he had taken off his coat, waistcoat, and braces, and Garth
had tied a blue silk handkerchief on his head. There was a quiet look
of efficiency about John Hardy that was a contrast to the heavy
mustachios cultivated by the cavalry officers and their rather weedy
steeds. There was trouble in getting a start from the restiveness of
one of the cavalry horses and the difficulty his rider experienced in
managing it, but once away they swept down the slope, Buffalo two
horse lengths behind. The water jump reached, the cavalry horses
rushed into it, and Hardy had a difficulty in steering clear of the
floundering men and horses and letting Buffalo fly the water jump. The
water jump had been specially prepared, and was very shallow, and
Danish horses appeared to have considered it was best to gallop
through it. As it was the rule of the race that the jump must be
taken, they were, by that rule, out of the race. They, however, kept
on and rode well, taking the fences and wall, with Buffalo going wide
of them in the rear. When they came to the rising ground again,
corresponding to the slope they had ridden down, the Danish horses
began to show signs of being ridden out of hand, and Buffalo passed
easily in a canter, taking his fences as quietly as if at exercise,
and came in an easy winner. The course had been about four to five
English miles, a little too long, thought Hardy, for the Danish
horses. Proprietor Jensen came forward to congratulate Hardy, and to
thank him for enabling the race to be made interesting to them all.

The prize was a silver cup, but Hardy declined to accept it, to the
astonishment of stout proprietor Jensen and his friends.

"What in the name of the devil's skin and bones does the man mean?"
said Herr Jensen, with some heat. "Why, you have won it, and rode so
well that it has been a pleasure to us all to see you."

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