who, six or eight years ago, rewarded good feeding by getting away from his groom, falling down and ruining himself, but who, none the less, has lived an honoured pensioner on the Maharaja's bounty ever since. No horses are shot in the Jodhpur stables, and when one dies--they have lost not more than twenty-five in six years--his funeral is an event. He is wrapped in a white sheet which is strewn with flowers, and, amid the weeping of the _saises_, is borne away to the burial ground. After doing the honours for nearly half an hour the Maharaja departed, and as the Englishman has not seen more than forty horses, he felt justified in demanding more. And he got them. _Eclipse_ and _Young Revenge_ were out down-country, but _Sherwood_ at the stud, _Shere Ali_, _Conqueror_, _Tynedale_, _Sherwood II_, a maiden of Abdul Rahman's, and many others of note, were in, and were brought out. Among the veterans, a wrathful, rampant, red horse still, came _Brian Boru_, whose name has been written large in the chronicles of the Indian turf, jerking his _sais_ across the road. His near-fore is altogether gone, but as a pensioner he condescends to go in harness, and is then said to be a "handful." He certainly looks it. At the two hundred and fifty-seventh horse, and perhaps the twentieth block of stables, the Englishman's brain began to reel, and he demanded rest and information on a certain point. He had gone into some fifty stalls, and looked into all the rest, and in the looking had searchingly sniffed. But, as truly as he was then standing far below _Brian Boru's_ bony withers, never the ghost of a stench had polluted the keen morning air. The City of the Houyhnhnms was specklessly clean--cleaner than any stable, racing or private, that he had been into. How was it done? The pure white sand accounted for a good deal, and the rest was explained by one of the Masters of Horse: "Each horse has one _sais_ at least--old _Ringwood_ has four--and we make 'em work. If we didn't, we'd be mucked up to the horses' bellies in no time. Everything is cleaned off at once; and whenever the sand's tainted it's renewed. There's quite enough sand you see hereabouts. Of course we can't keep their coats so good as in other stables, by reason of the rolling; but we can keep 'em pretty clean."