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known, the false start may have been con- 

 trived to accommodate him? However, 

 they are all back again at the post, and 

 each rider endeavouring to be once more 

 well placed. Observe the cautious John 

 Day, how quietly he manoeuvres to obtain 

 an inside location for his worthy master, 

 his Grace of Grafton. Look at neat little 

 Arthur Pavis, patting his horse on the neck 

 and sides, and admiring himself at the 

 same time ; but his breeches and boots are 

 really good. Watch Sam Chifney minutely ; 

 but first and foremost his seat in the 

 saddle 



{ Incorpsed and demi-natured 

 With the brave beast' 



and his countenance ! 'tis calm, though 

 thoughtful. But he has much to think of; 

 he and his confederates have thousands on 

 the race, and he is now running it in his 

 mind's eye. Harry Edwards and Robinson 

 are side by side, each heavily backed to 

 win. How they are formed to ride ! Surely 

 Nature must have a mould for a jockey for 

 the purpose of displaying her jewel, the 

 horse. And that elegant horseman Sam 



