7^ ' ON AND OFF THE TUHF. 



or two before Projectile romped in I'or the Metropolitan 

 Stakes at Randwick. 



Camoola, as I said before, won the Derby and 

 Autonomy landed the Stakes the same day. Much 

 diversity of opinion existed as to whether Camoola or 

 Autoraony was the better colt. I preferred Autonomy 

 myself for any distance up to a mile and a half; and 

 from the way he won the Stakes, I think he would 

 have won the Derby easier than Camoola. He was 

 a beautiful bay horse, and Camoola a chestnut, with 

 lop ears, and a peculiarly laboured style of galloping, 

 just for all the world like a horse pumped out after 

 a hard race. Both, however, were rattling good 

 horses, but very unlucky after their three-year-old 

 careers. 



What an awful Cup it was this year. I have been 

 at race-meetings in all sorts of weather in the old 

 country and elsewhere, but I never recollect a more 

 uncomfortable day than when Glenloth won the Cup. 

 Torrents of rain came down and deluged everybody, 

 and turned the course into a quagmire at the far 

 side. All the fashionable world turned out as usual. 

 Nothing short of an earthquake would prevent Mel- 

 bourne people going to the Cup, and even then, if the 

 course was clear, they would sit on the ruins of the 

 stands and watch the race. 



The lawn became very slippery, and it was 

 amusing to see the numerous spills, as some well- 



