CHAPTER Vir. 



SOME DERBY AND CUP KEMINISCEXCES. 



Bravo's wia. Long odds. A thousand to one. Dreadnought. 

 A short double. A sensational horse. Malvolio. A 

 couple of good ones. That saddle. Glenloth's year. 

 An awful day. The waiter and his sov. Real bad 

 luck. 



To chronicle all I have seen on the turf in Australia 

 would fill two or three volumes. It is not my inten- 

 tion to make this book a record of racing since 

 1884, and I shall merely give reminiscences and 

 incidents likely to interest the reader. 



When Bravo won the Melbourne Cup in 1889, I 

 was much interested in the fate of a horse called 

 Chicago. He was a real good horse, and a Caulfield 

 Cup winner; but, somehow, I managed to back him 

 in the wrong race. 



When I arrived in Melbourne that year one of the 

 first men I met was the late Mr. Chapman, ''Augur/' 

 of the Australasian. He was a real good fellow, 

 and he told me he had backed Bravo to win at the 

 forlorn odds of a thousand to one. 



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