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remember the station which preceded the present 

 magnificent terminus at Liverpool Street need not 

 be told that the accommodation provided for embark- 

 ing man and horse, and especially horse, was rather 

 cramped. Sir Joseph was quite proud of his having, 

 as it were, led his stud to victory, and congratulated 

 himself and me on our success. The space at our dis- 

 posal, near the parcels' office, for loading the boxes, 

 was exceedingly limited. While we were there, 

 taking turns to be boxed, a four-wheel cab drove up, 

 and in turning slightly touched the hock of Wolsey, 

 who immediately kicked in the side of " the growler" 

 and seated himself in it, fortunately without sustain- 

 ing any serious injury. As we steamed out of the 

 station the last thing I saw was Sir Joseph Hawley 

 engaged in an animated conversation with the cab 

 driver respecting the amount of damage which the 

 vehicle had received. I mention this circumstance 

 (I have elsewhere communicated other instances of 

 accidents more or less serious) to show how lucky you 

 are, even after you have got your horse fit to run, if 

 you convey him safely to his destination. 



1 Very well, then, let us suppose that we have 

 arrived there, all well. I dare say the popular idea is 

 that we walk our string to the stables, dine com- 

 fortably, and, having locked the horses up for the 

 night, turn out next morning with the lark to inspect 

 them in their gallops, everything, as the saying is, 

 being over but shouting. The racing public know 

 better than that. The trainer cannot afford to relax 



