PART II 

 CHAPTER I 



STRAY FANCIES 



I REACHED my zenith with Ard Patrick's Eclipes 

 Stakes, and though I had many big winners to 

 train after him, there seems to come a break in 

 this story which may constitute a sort of anecdotal 

 interlude — at least, that is how it strikes me — and 

 I dash into certain stories which have at least the 

 merit of being true. 



During the time I hunted in the North Cotswold, 



a gentleman who wore scarlet and rode 300-guinea 



With and hunters was never known to jump a 



*. j^g fence, but galloped for all he was worth 



jumps " on the roads. He took it into his head 



one day to follow some second horsemen, who were 



approaching a very small gap, and they heard him 



say as he was nearing it, " Steady lad, steady," 



and when his horse fought for his head to go at it 



he exclaimed, ** D your eyes, if you jump I'll 



sell you ! " 



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