208 REMINISCENCES OF SONEPORE. 



And Missirs there by thousands 



Came with their squealing tats, 

 And elephants by hundreds 



And monkeys, dogs and cats ; 

 A mile around the market 



The throng stopped up the ways, . . .-. 



A goodly sight it was to see 



Through ten long nights and days. 



The races filled up quickly, 



The card was well got up, 

 And many there were present 



Who'd given Stakes or Cup ; 

 And in the merry ball-room 



Were " Kala-juggahs " piled 

 By hands of cunning mashers , 



For flirting soft and mild. 



And now the meet is over 



But Master's work's not done, 

 For oh ! that horrid settling 



Is only just begun. 

 The loser in his anguish 



Begins to groan and mutter, 

 But Master blandly says," Dear boy, 



I'll post you in Calcutta." 



Never was Sonepore Meeting 



Run with such great success, 

 The praises of all present 



Were echoed by the press. 

 Thank to our little Master, 



We always now are sure 

 That we shall have a meeting 



Each year in gay Sonepore. 



Assistants were not as strongly represented in the racing 

 line as was hoped, but Messrs. Hickley, Canning, Palmer, 

 Rutherford and Barton did their best, the latter's win on 

 Ghost, property of that grand old veteran caterer, Mr. Monk, 

 of Calcutta and Kurseong, was most amusing. Ghost had 

 been hot weathering at Lall Serryah, but on account of Jim- 

 my's uncertainty as to whether he would be able to come to 

 Sonepore, was, at the last moment, transf erred to the Jaint- 



