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All my pals at The Raleigh Club knew of my dream 

 and its issue, so when the eve of the companion race 

 to the Jubilee, The Duke of York's, came round, I was 

 besieged by ribald fellows, who urged me to go home, 

 dream the winner, and give them " the office." Well, 

 I did have a dream, but it was not of Kempton or any 

 other racecourse. 



I thought I was back at The Raleigh and telling 

 my cronies that I had tried to dream and had failed. 

 " Bad luck, Cockie," said Nat Hone, the amateur S.P. 

 merchant ; " but never mind, do as you did before ! " 

 Again I woke up, the hands of my watch were at 

 3.30 a.m. 



Now the answer of the oracle was cryptic, Euclid 

 was in the race, but with a weight at which I did not 

 fancy him in the least. It must be No. 9 on the card, 

 I decided. When that publication was investigated, 

 there was what I imagined to be a further set back. 

 No. 9 was Miss Dollar, trained by Charles Archer, who 

 told me he had not the least fancy for her ; but had 

 thrown away " a tenner " just for consistency's sake. 

 I decided for a modest "fiver" on Euclid! Miss 

 Dollar won at 100-1 ! 



Thus did I place more faith in my personal 

 judgment than on the revelations of a mysterious 

 oracle, greatly to my chagrin and loss ! 



On one other occasion only have I dreamed of a 

 race. To deal with this I have to go back to the Derby 

 of 1879 a f ar CI 7 I na d dreamed in phantasmagoria 



