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■ I seed thiti great commander in the saddle, Captain Whoit, 

 And the pack that thronged about him was indeed a gradely ioight ; 

 The dugs looked foine as satin, and himself as hard as nails. 

 And he gi'd the swells a caution not to ride upon their tails. 

 Says he, " Young men of Manchester and Liverpoo' come near, 

 I've just a word, a warning word, to whisper in your ear — 

 When starting from the cuvver should you see bold Reynard burst 

 We cannot 'ave no 'untin' if the gemmen go it first.'" 



If, however, the young men of Manchester and Liver- 

 pool failed to heed that deep sonorous word of warning, 

 they soon had the ' big, big D's ' rattling about their ears 

 like a hailstorm. 



But when Joe Maiden appeared on the scene as hunts- 

 man, Captain White retired. Two such master-minds 

 were too much for one Hunt. They could not but be 

 in perpetual collision. And so the captain went. 



From that time he practically gave up the Chase for 

 the Turf, though it was as an adviser rather than as an 

 owner that he distinguished himself in that sport. He 

 was associated first with Mr R. C. Naylor, of Macaroni 

 fame, and afterwards with Lord Stamford, from whom he 

 purchased Cambuscan and Archimedes at what were 

 then thought sensational prices. ' It was a curious and 

 suggestive sight,' says a once well-known sporting 

 writer, ' to see him and his old friend Captain Percy 

 Williams parading the Epsom paddocks at the heels of, 

 and as the bodyguard of a Derby favourite, and we 

 certainly preferred to see him at Newmarket, sitting 

 erect on his pony and rousing up as he rattled over the 

 Ring to lay another lOO for his party.' But I think his 

 best friends would rather have seen him going in the 

 first flight over the Leicestershire pastures or cheer- 

 ing Dick Christian on to ' keep the pace up.' The 

 captain was one of Dick's heroes. ' Captain White was 



