THE PRINCE OF WALES AT MADRAS, 1875. 



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the blood from which our own grand racehorses have sprung 

 and as a miniature model of what they should be even now, 

 Chieftain is well worth the thousand pounds that has started 

 him on his way to England. 



Next look at those two most unmistakable Australian speci- 

 mens just finishing their two miles through the deep sand (for 

 the grass track is always reserved solely for the races), their 

 two great ugly heads bobbing up and down together, and their 

 ragged tails switching simultaneously. These are Artaxerxes 

 and Red Deer respectively, and they will finish nearly together 

 when the Sandringham Steeplechase is run. The gallant owner 

 of the former has been fortunate in his nomenclature, but it is 

 allowable to suppose that the proprietor of the latter must, in his 

 fondness, have intended a compliment to his steed rather than 

 to the beauteous denizen of the forest, for assuredly no red 

 deer would ever face his shadow in a crystal pool with such 





a figure-head. But when Capt. Bullen is asked to oblige 

 the Prince by taking the horse over a few items of the 

 steeplechase course (which forms an inner circle to the race- 

 course) it is easy to see from the performance that Red Deer 



