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"But he still governed with resistless hand, / And where he could not guide he would command. " -- _Crabbe._
When Jack got back he was rather shocked at the altered aspect of the run. There had been no rain, except in inconsiderable quantity, during his absence, and the herbage generally showed signs of a deficiency of moisture. The river flats, which were so lush and heavily cropped with green herbage that your horse's feet made a "swish-swashing" noise as you rode through it, now were very parched up, dry, and bare, or else burned off altogether.