SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



of money, and yet I can't have the first rate of odds 

 to my pocket-bet. Green, it's not good enough. 

 After to-day we cease business transactions, and if 

 you'll tell your man to come to The Warren 

 I'll send you the horses I think are yours. Now, 

 Morris, I hope you are quite satisfied that Mr. Green 

 is not my master." 



There and then the connection between Mr. Green 

 and myself terminated, though we remained on 

 friendly terms. But I always thought, and continue 

 to think, that he might have played the game a 

 little more generously. But he was a man hungry 

 for money, and a rare " pincher" in prices. Yet he 

 had every reason to be fair to me, for I was generous 

 with him. Thus, at his earnest request, I let him 

 have half my portion in Queenstown and Bocket, 

 and I also consented to a partnership in Emigrant : 

 not because, at any time, I wanted the money, 

 but by reason that I thought I was serving 

 him. 



Emigrant won the Grand National in 1857, and I 

 may as well relate how I came possessed of that 

 horse, than whom a better fencer never saw Aintree. 

 1 was at Shrewsbury one evening in the spring of 

 1855, staying at the George Hotel. Old Ben Land 

 had bought Odiham and Emigrant for a steeple- 

 chase — either one or the other, or both. He was 



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