COL. ANSTRUTHER THOMSON 63 



Next year I saw him at the horse show at 

 Islington. Mr. Thomas sent him, not knowing that 

 he could not compete, having already won the first 

 prize. An elderly man in a livery coat was riding 

 him. They asked him to have a jump. When he 

 got near the fence his rider raised his hand with a 

 switch in it. "Iris" nipped round, jumped the 

 barrier over the heads of the spectators, hit his head 

 against one of the iron posts which support the 

 gallery, which knocked him down and spread all the 

 spectators in every direction. He was then sent 

 back to his box and no more seen. That was the 

 last time I saw him. 



