SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



Westmorland. I was then training at Telscombe, 

 and was constantly annoyed by the presence of a 

 man named Brown, brother to Tom Brown, the 

 trainer at Newmarket. He was supposed to be a 

 keeper, but observing my trials was more in his 

 way than preserving game. In truth, he was ever 

 prying into my business, and, through his reports to 

 bookmakers, upsetting my plans. I cautioned him 

 once or twice, adding : 



"Now, be reasonable. Brown. Whatever you 

 want on at any time you can have with me, and it 

 shall cost you nothing. But I'm not going to be 

 pestered with your presence." 



The offer did not suit Brown, and the caution was 

 thrown away. He only became more diligent in 

 his policy of annoyance by making public my 

 private affairs. Now, it stands to reason that I 

 had no wish to have my Cambridgeshire trial sent 

 here, there, and everywhere before I had a penny 

 piece on. So I went to a public-house, in the 

 Borough, kept by Jemmy Welch, a fine boxer at his 

 weight. 



" Jemmy," I said, " can you send me down a man 

 capable of looking after a good rough 'un ? " 



"Yes." 



" Well, let him put up at that little pub between 

 Lewes and my place. I've made all arrangements." 



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