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ASHGILL; OR, THE LIFE 



Chantilly, where Fisherman beat him for the 

 Prix de I'Empereur. That was the first year of 

 the race being open to Enghsh horses, and three 

 English horses were first, second, and third. 

 Wells rode Fisherman, and I rode Saunterer; 

 there were several French horses in the field. 



" I can well remember being lost in Paris on 

 my return. I was late in getting into Paris at 

 night, and I wanted to reach Dieppe to catch a 

 boat to England the following morning. I hadn't 

 a Bradshaw, so I couldn't tell how the tidal 

 trains ran. When I got to Paris about midnight 

 I couldn't get a cab, so I had to make my way 

 on foot to the Pue St. Lazare. Of course I am 

 not a flier at talking French. I used all the 

 French I could, mixed with a bit of Yorkshire, 

 of course. All along the Boulevards I stopped 

 the Gens d' Amies and gave them a taste of the 

 lingo. It's wonderful what you can do in Paris 

 with a bit French. 



" ' Voulez vous, mossoo, me mongtree ze way 

 a Pue St. Lazare? Je suis English jockee — 

 perdu! lost my way — vant to get zee train a 

 Angleterre, mossoo.' 



" That fetched the Gens d'Armes. I had been 

 twice in France before, you see, so I was going 

 pretty strong in the language. Somehow or 

 other I got through Paris but missed my train 

 by half an hour, and also missed the train at 

 Euston. I had to ride at The Curragh the next 

 day, but was a day late. Saunterer came back 

 from Chantilly and won the Autumn Handicap 

 at Chester; and Charlton rode him for the 

 Bentinck Memorial at Liverpool as I could not 



