GREEN; YELLOW SLEEVES, BELT, AND CAP 



Before the start little attention had been paid to a big, 

 raw-boned, rather clumsily-shaped Colonial importation, 

 who was identified as Moifaa, carrying a black, white- 

 sleeved jacket, with red cap, not altogether unfamiliar 

 on English race courses, as Mr. Spencer Gollan, their 

 owner, had won a number of races, sometimes being 

 himself in the saddle. Mr. Gollan, indeed, had 

 thoroughly established his reputation as an admirable 

 all-round sportsman. He had ridden a number of 

 winners in New Zealand and Australia before coming to 

 England, where his ancestors had held high rank in 

 Church and State. He was an excellent cricketer, an 

 accomplished golfer, an extremely awkward opponent 

 with the gloves, and an exceptionally efficient oarsman. 

 I think it was a little later than this that he set out to 

 row in a four-oared boat with three professional water- 

 men from Oxford to London, and was the only one of 

 the crew really to last through the fatiguing journey. 

 I used to meet Mr. Gollan when he was staying with 

 our friend Mr. Arthur Yates at Alresford, one of the 

 cheery company of guests who used to disport them- 

 selves over the fences where so many good — and bad — 

 horsemen learnt to ride. Moifaa had been out several 

 times before his Liverpool expedition without much 

 distinguishing himself. At Aintree he started at 25 to 

 I, his owner having an idea that he might with luck get 

 over the jumps but that he was not very likely to win 

 if it came to a question of speed, indeed, it may be said 



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