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other two of fair promise ; and as I related my 

 misfortunes to men of experience, I found that 

 they by no means shared my idea of my wretched 

 luck. If out of nine I had three that could win 

 races, possibly four — there was the big backward 

 filly, with whom, however, my trainer did not 

 seem pleased, though he expressed himself 

 cautiously — and one good one among them, I was 

 distinctly lucky, I was told, and everyone with 

 whom I discussed the subject had numerous 

 instances to give me of men with long strings who 

 could not win a race of any sort. 



At last — it was on the 22nd of April — the 

 Treasure and his two companions were tried. I 

 had wished the gallop to be at even weights with 

 the chestnut, the three-year-old to give the other 

 two 2 1 lb. Surely such a horse could beat the 

 plater at evens .? But this was overruled. He was 

 to receive a stone, we finally settled, the other two 

 to run at weight for age — it would encourage 

 them to get their heads in front, and it was a bad 

 thing to ask young horses to do too much. I got 

 good jockeys to ride, in order that they might tell 

 us how the horses really went ; the chestnut wore 

 my colours, and as they cantered to the start I was 

 convinced that I had never seen a handsomer horse 

 or a better mover ; nor was this my opinion alone. 



