FORARD AWAY 1 35 



Year's Day), I so well remember, we met 

 at Clay Bridge, where I was married, 

 and, finding in this same cover in three 

 minutes, ran a sixteen-mile point to 

 Normanby-on-the-Wolds, where I was 

 born. 



I was very nearly completing the 

 ** treble event" by being buried in that 

 run, too, within a mile or two of the 

 finish, as my mare, who was getting 

 very beaten, put her foot in a rabbit- 

 hole, cantering alongside a deep narrow 

 brook. We turned a somersault, and 

 I lay under the mare on my back, who 

 was also on her back. My legs were 

 jammed, and they daren't lift the mare 

 for fear she should damage me in her 

 struggles ; so I lay, with the water running 

 down my back, in the cooling stream, 

 whilst they dug the bank away and 

 hauled me out. From that day to this 



