by David Page)
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I bought him, his vices as thick as his barsati, for a hundred and seventy rupees, a five-chambered muzzle-loading revolver, and a Cawnpore saddle. “Of course, for that price,” said Staveley “you can’t expect everything. He’s not what one could call absolutely sound y’ know . . .”And so it proves. The horse suffers from many minor defects, and one major one – 'carriagecidal mania'. It attempts to destroy all the carriages that it meets, whilst the owners informed the narrator of the ‘details of the little bills which I had to pay to their coach-builders.'