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which is the closing meet of the season, has a way of suggesting a 



•decided tendency hotweatherward, and conjuring up visions of perspiring 



'men and reeking horses, that is far from pleasant to lovers of our 



popular cold weather amusement. The penultimate meet took, place 



on Saturday, the meet being at the Juggernath Car, on the Gurriah Hat 



Road. The field was not so large as usual, one or two likely Cup 



■ horses being reserved for Friday. The paper was carried, as on the 



last occasion, by Mr. Latham and his brother, the course starting from 



the Juggernath Car, along the road side, till the lane on the right made 



a detour in the country practicable. It then inclined to the left, passed 



the sheep-pen on the left, crossed the Red Road, and after traversing 



'the open, disappeared again in the jungle in the direction of tlie old 



Ballygunge steeplechase course, and ultimately brought the followers 



to a mud wall, a hurdle and a goodly gallery, within a stone's throw of 



where it crossed the Red Road originally Shortly after leaving the 



pucka, the course was bounded by a straggling bamboo and palm 



■clump, festooned with an unkindly creeper which, we regret to hear, 



has temporarily spoilt the beauty of Brasspot Junior Sahib, who 



instituted a too searching inquiry into its composition. The accident 



was one that might have occurred in any morning ride, and the injury, 



we are glad to hear, is not serious. We were sorry to see Colac's 



sporting owner, who is usually there or thereabout at these chases 



ireduced to wheels ; the result of a bad spill received in schooling 



a Young 'Un. Falling on the maidan is very different to the easy 



tumbling the more generous soil that Ballygunge affords, and this time 



'the earth did not feel all the pain. But to the chase. The usual coterie, 



accompanied by Jack Spraggon, assumed the lead, holding the pride of 



'places among themselves by turn, till a regular howler robbed them of 



Mr. D'Arcy's society. Telegram went uncommonly well throughout, 



and had apparently no difficulty in taking the lead and keeping it, but 



Oliver Twist's noble owner was biding his time, and coming with a 



cheering rush at the hurdle just beat the old chestnut by a head, 



Mr. Nosredneh a good third. 



The race this year promises to be something quite out of the 

 common, no less than thirteen sporting owners having declared to try 

 conclusions between the flags. The most cursory glance at the horses 

 will show that many are very nearly first class, while there is not a 

 single nag among the lot without pretentions to being something more 

 ilhan an ordinary hack. The following are the entries :— 



1. Mr. Hilldale's ... Magog. 



2. Barnagore's ... Black Diamond. 



3. Capt. Curzon's .*• Copeck. 



. Lord W. Beresford's ... Oliver Twist, 



