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October arrived; the drought broke with forty-eight hours' quiet rain; and Dixon had a field day with the new clipping machine, of which it is enough to say that the stable-boy turned a handle and Dixon did the rest. He had decided to clip the horses' legs this season; the Ringwell was a bad country for thorns, and these were naturally less likely to be overlooked on clipped legs, which also were more sightly and dried quicker than hairy ones.
"Only bad grooms let their horses get cracked heels," was one of his maxims. "Only lazy grooms wash the mud off with water" went without saying.