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About the same period, an old jockey told me the following stories : 

 Crazy Jack or Tom Rider, a well-known groom and jockey, rode a 

 mare called Mad Hannah, the dam of Latham's Snap, and of Rattle, 

 ?on of Snip, Avith panniers upon her, himself in the garb of a baker, all 

 over powdered with flour, upon some country course, and demanded to 

 have his mare entered at the post, which was agreed upon. He was 

 an entire stranger, and as none but those in the secret knew from whence 

 he came, the company was much amused with the jawing baker and his 

 shabby mare, for such was her appearance, fully expecting to see her 

 lost by the Race-horses. They were, however, much disappointed, for 

 the baker's mare won the plate, and some money for the baker, who 

 rode her, habited as he was, in dusty-white, and an old hat. 



A chimney-sweeper in London, kept a racer or two in training, and 

 the fellow who rode for him, was known by the name of Black-wig. 

 This sportsman's mare was leading up and down the course, at Epsom, 

 some time before starting, when a gentleman rode up to the person 

 leading the mare, and the following laconic dialogue passed between 

 them: "What is the name of this mare?" — Whirligig. "Who rides 

 her ?" — Blackwig. " To whom does she belong r" — Sootbag. 



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