22 iRiMuG IRecoUections an^ Uurf Stones 



"That's a nice two-year-old of mine, Cus, and 

 he's exactly like ' Folkestone,' a little horse that you 

 used to ride." 



"Yes," I replied ; " I suppose that Wood has told 

 you that I made the same remark ?" 



"No," replied Peck; "Wood never alluded to 

 the subject." 



I mention this little anecdote to show that Mr. 

 Peck and myself were both struck with the resem- 

 blance. ' Folkestone ' was first beaten out of place 

 in the Whittlebury Stakes at Northampton, but he 

 won a small sweepstakes at that meeting. That 

 season he ran, curiously enough, sixteen races, the 

 very number ' The Bard ' ran as a two-year-old, but 

 whilst the latter was unbeaten, ' Folkestone ' suffered 

 defeat on six occasions. 



It is unnecessary for me to waste the time of my 

 readers enumerating all the races I won that year 

 for Mr. Merry, and I will now try to tell them some- 

 thing about the first Derby I rode in. This I won 

 on ' Thormanby.' The season of i860 was a real 

 good one for three - year - olds. 'The Wizard,' 

 'Horror,' 'High Treason,' 'Nutbourne,' and 'Umpire' 

 were all first-class horses. 



Rather an amusing incident happened in connec- 

 tion with my mount. It was not definitely decided 



