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Gisborne Standard and Cook County Gazette, Volume V, Issue 654, 1 September 1891, Page 2

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[By Looker-on.] What shall we do ? is the cry of upcountry trainers, who are under the misfortune of having no place fit to gallop, a horse on—a result of the late rains. And it is about time that their chargers were being sent along. I notice that some of the trainers work on the Waerenga-a hika course. The hack Scorpion is a much improved horse. He did three circuits of the course at a good half pace, and seemed to relish it, too. Brigand and Dancing Master had a flutter for a mile, which resulted in a dead heat, on account of Brigand’s bridle being too strong. Hunoamunca also shifted herself for a piece. A good many fancy that she will be the winner of the next Scurry—but not me. The possible winner is being kept very quiet, scarcely ever sees the sun’s cheerful rays, and the owner Is a gentleman with a very full chest, Mr Wethered’s team look fairly well, especially Avis and Hexham. Charley Suff is grafting hard with them—nothing like it. J. Thompson (not the R E.» please) has started to work Bowsprit. She is a fine stamp of a mare. Her companion, Cairngorm, seems quite sound again, and if he comes to the post well he will make the best of them shift. I hear that old Orwell is a regular buck jumper. Mr Hamon has had no less than three new boys within a month, but Orwell shakes his head when they are put on his back, as much as to say, Are you ready ? and in a trice they have their second seat on Mother E«vlh. And they say ; What makes him buck? Simply because some of them smell of the fish barrow. Roll on, sweet Time! Only another month, and then the nominations. Have many? Why, a box full of course. We may not get Crackshot or Couranto, but we will be sure to have most of the aristocratic flyers. I just fancy I see the delicate T.O. Secretary wending his way to and from the post, and if you were to ask him, Anything outside coming ? Oh, no (ho would reply), there will be only local horses. But next morning will tell a tale, and if you ask him what made him circulate that ungracious chestnut he will reply, No fault of mineonly those blessed delayed wires, they make me quite cross—Yes, I suppose so, in his sleep. I was nearly forgetting to let your readers know of a stranger that has arrived overland from somewhere j not Carmo— but very like him. His owner is very kind to him, and provides him with everything but an umbrella. But it will soon leak out if there is more than one in it, I Intend to watch him closely. Cdtiff and Oeo returned to Gisborne . yesterday.