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badly treated by fame is Bob Travers, the black, who had the 

 Twelve Cantons in Castle Street, Leicester Square. As his 

 battles with Mace proved, there was little to choose between 

 the two, and yet his name is in no one's mouth. I believe he 

 is still alive and that he ' follows ' racing. I often sparred 

 with Joe Goss, who seemed to enjoy so much the pleasure of 

 knocking me about, which he well could do, that I readily 

 forgave him. He was an unlucky man to keep encountering 

 Mace, who was just a little the better of the two. The 

 cleverest light-weight I have ever seen was Jack Lead, who 

 defeated George Holden. Like most of the others, he died 

 from dissipation. The last prize fight I saw was between 

 Woolf, the black, and Joe Warmold. Although Woolf was 

 utterly out of training, he managed to make a draw after 

 fighting for four hours and a-half in the Dartford marshes. 

 On this form I never could see what pretensions Warmold 

 had to be considered a champion. 



My chief rowing mentor was Tom Pocock, who, as well 

 as Tom Grant, young Harry Clasper and Jack Mackinney, 

 used to come over to train the amateurs at Cork. When 

 I was at ' The Shop,' I often met the Claspers, Bob Chambers, 

 Harry Kelly, and Joe Sadler. An old rowing friend, whom 

 Sadler used to train, tells me that Joe was wont to impress 

 on him the necessity, when he felt * bad ' while rowing a 

 match, of not thinking about himself, but of the terrible 

 ' gruelling ' the other fellow must be having. He says that 

 was the only good wrinkle Joe ever gave him ; but that it was 

 well worth all the money he paid his professional coach. 

 We would all be brave in every contest through life, if, 

 instead of bewailing our own knocked-about condition, we 

 were to congratulate ourselves on the amount of punishment 

 we were giving that ' other fellow.' Among the peds., I liked 

 Jim Pudney, the old four-mile champion, best. He was 

 not only a very graceful runner, but was also a nice, gentle- 

 manly fellow. His most pleasant reminiscence was that of 

 his first big ten-mile race, in which he encountered Jackson 



