SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



before he could get his blow home the professional 

 caught him a snorter in the face that sadly marred 

 the symmetry of his nose and loosened his teeth. 

 The " claret " was " tapped " with a vengeance. 

 We had to find him a cloth and water so he could 

 cleanse himself Mr. Brown had no more stomach 

 for fighting, and, in charge of two of my boys, went 

 off. That night his friends from the village rallied, 

 and, armed with hay-forks, pitch-forks, and so forth, 

 went to the inn to pay out the Londoner. But the 

 bird had flown. I had, after the trial, driven him 

 to Brighton, and about the time the incensed yokels 

 were " seeking his liver " he was safely in the 

 metropolis. Solace for Mr. Brown's wounds was 

 found in " golden balm," and afterwards he ceased 

 to tout. 



Vestminster did not win his trial, failing by a 

 neck. I had, however, set him a severe task, and 

 was very well satisfied. I put Mr. George Herring 

 in to back him, and he kept the market a bit open 

 by first taking 800 to 100 about Vestminster and 

 Van Amburgh coupled. On the morning of the 

 race I met Mr. John Gideon by the Bury Hill. 



" What," said he, " do you think will win ? " 



" My horse — Vestminster." 



" Well, George, I hope he will. But there is 

 one at GG to 1 that you ought to save on." 



