6 IRibino IRecoIlcctions anD Zwvt Stories 



The distance was two miles, and we had to start 

 three-quarters of a mile down the straight, come 

 up past the stand, and go round two posts — a fright- 

 fully sharp turn. Just before we got to the turn, 

 Fordham called out : " Hold hard, Cus !" Looking 

 back, I saw his horse, ' Tame Deer,' pulling and 

 hanging, so I eased my mare to help him round 

 it. I thought it was arranged all right, when 

 all at once ' Tame Deer ' started off, taking me 

 out of the course with him, right by the Monu- 

 ment, and nearly down to the bathing-machines. 

 Naturally, Sam Rogers' two horses won both first 

 and second money. After the race poor old Ned 

 Smith came up and called me every name in the 

 dictionary for letting ' Tame Deer ' carry me out ; 

 but I told him that I had done all that was possible 

 to prevent it, and Fordham backed me up. We 

 started both the other horses that day, and they were 

 also beaten. Ned Smith and Fordham were going to 

 York that night ; the races always clashed at that 

 time, the second day of Yarmouth opposing the 

 first of York. Before they departed, I went to Mr. 

 Smith to ask him for some money to take the horses 

 back to Epsom with. He said to me, and I believe 

 he meant it, as he never gave me anything, "Oh, 

 you must either win a race or walk them." A nice 



