SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



could not be had to money. The last bet I laid was 

 700 to 400 to Mr, " Ilosebery " Smith, more to oblige 

 him than because I wished to hedge. He wanted 

 1400 to 800, but that was out of reason, as the only 

 bet I had was 4000 to 1000. There have been equal 

 certainties in racing, of course ; I question, however, 

 whether a greater has existed in connection w4th a 

 handicap. 



Paul Jones, as a yearling, only cost me 100 guineas 

 at public auction. I liked the look of him as he 

 was led into the ring — a colt of great bone, perhaps 

 a trifle coarse, but quite the sort to work upon. 

 After the sale I met Mr. Mannington. 



"I hear," he said, "you have bought that Buc- 

 caneer colt, Paul Jones." 

 "Yes." 



"Well, it's a funny thing, but Fve been looking* 

 e very where for you to persuade you to buy." 



"It is curious. Well, he's mine, and I must say 

 I like him very much," 



" So do I ; and I feel sure that, with average luck, 

 he will do you some good." 



Paul Jones, as indicated, was a sort that could 

 not be hurried ; and I did not have him anything 

 approaching my fancy till the Goodwood week of 

 18G7. Even then he was scarcely cherry-ripe; but 

 he was so well in the Mile Nursery that I resolved 



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