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that he would be bound to wait his time patiently until 

 the long and strong tide of ill-luck that had set in 

 against him for many a month past took a more 

 favourable turn. That time came on the morrow, when 

 King Crow, of the same age, beat Jaquemart, conceding 

 27 lbs., by a head, in a desperate finish. How King 

 Crow a little month later won the Manchester Cup, 

 beating a useful horse like St. Bris, is a matter of recent 

 history, and how this afternoon Crowberry's son 

 brought off the 'hat trick,' carrying a 12-lb. penalty, 

 by winning the Northumberland Plate, is the present 

 matter of the chronicler to deal with. It is, indeed, a 

 triumph for a trainer to win three handicaps in suc- 

 cession like the Great Northern, the Manchester Cup, 

 and our ' Plate,' each performance being better than 

 the other, and the last stamping the colt as a stayer of 

 the first water. No ordinary field was that opposed to 

 King Crow this afternoon. Herminius had won the 

 Ascot Stakes in a canter, beating a good representative 

 field of class horses. Carlton Grange, too, was a 

 performer of class at the Royal Meeting, though not a 

 winner. King Crow's victory clearly shows that the 

 art of training a thoroughbred for a long-distance race 

 is yet safe in the keeping of our old and worthy friend, 

 John Osborne. In the South it has become fashionable 

 for Turf sciolists to sneer at North-country horses and 

 North-country trainers. John Osborne has forgotten 

 more than any of these seK-asserted critics ever knew, 

 and if he has been under the cloud for some years past 

 it is due to a course which can readily be explained. 

 Take Middleham for instance. Between thirty and 

 forty years ago many noblemen. Lord Glasgow amongst 

 the number, sent horses to be trained on the famous 

 Moor. There was Lord Eglinton, too, whose name is 



