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| After six weeks of hot walking I realized that
I was not cut out for a horse trainer's life and decided I had to do something else. I had
seen from Baily's Hunting Directory that the Toronto & North York Hunt was nearby, so
one evening I telephoned a Mr. Pickwick, the Huntsman, to see if he needed a whipper-in.
Although he couldn't use me, he was very kind and helpful and promised to let me know of
any jobs that came up. I was hard at work mucking out a stall a few days later when I
noticed a long white Cadillac pull up next to the barn. A tall, grey-haired man got out
and spoke to one of the grooms, who pointed in my direction. He walked over.
"Are you Michael Sinclair-Smith?" I nodded in surprise.
"Fred Pickwick gave me your name, told me you wanted a job in a Hunt."
''Yes, that's right.''
"I'm Gordon Haas, Master of the Wellington & Waterloo Hunt in Hespeler." |
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