SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



Bee Hunter and Lord Airlie's Clincher were pitted 

 against each other over the TA^.C. for 200 sovs. a 

 side, the first named conceding 7 lb. Immense 

 rivalry existed between the partisans of each, and 

 the betting, without any exaggeration of language, 

 was stupendous. " Monkeys" and " thous " were as 

 marbles in a playground, and even hardened 

 fiCamblers were amazed at the sums at stake. It 

 might have been the last race of tlie last day of the 

 world, so sublimely indifferent to settling occasion 

 seemed those who had caught the fever. To the 

 general relief the liorses ran home locked together, 

 and the judge decided they had dead-heated. The 

 character of the betting was more than the Duke of 

 Richmond (the father of "Mr, Gordon") cared for, 

 and from that time he kept but a restricted stud. 

 Had a dead-heat not resulted, whichever party had 

 won would have ruined the other. 



The tale has often been told of how the late 

 Mr, " Teddy " Brayley enjoyed such a run of luck 

 that he professed he grew tired of winning. Whether 

 he meant what he said the saying certainly was his, 

 the remark once escaping his lips in my hearing. 

 With most men a kind of superstitious feeling that 

 Fortune is not to be flagrantly flouted without 

 entailing reprisals would act as a restraint against 

 such an expression ; and it is regretful to add that 



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