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neck of me on my whip hand, but just as we were 

 turning for home I saw him change his legs. I 

 immediately picked up my whip, and gave ' Rama ' 

 one or two. I got at least a length further in front, 

 but Chaloner again straightened ' Lord Lyon,' and 

 came and led me a good neck thirty yards from the 

 winning-post. The horse, however, then tired, and 

 * Rama,' running as straight as a gun-barrel and as 

 game as a pebble, got up in the last two strides, and 

 won by a short head. This greatly delighted the 

 Lincoln people (Mr. Chaplin lives close by), as they 

 thought the Squire had won thousands. On the 

 other hand, to my regret, I learned that he had laid 

 ^1,500 to ^1,000 on ' Lord Lyon.' 



The late Billy Marshall, the bookmaker, always 

 on the look-out for something to get expenses out 

 of, laid Captain Machell 100 to 3 three times he 

 gave a loser, and of course gave ' Rama.' What 

 would they think in these days of the winner of the 

 Two Thousand, Derby, and St. Leger, the winner 

 of the Oaks, and two other horses, worth at least 

 ^3,000 each, running two miles for a hundred 

 guineas ? 



An interesting story of an extraordinary race I 

 once rode can be told of the struggle for ' Broomie- 

 law's ' Chesterfield Cup at Goodwood in 1866. I 



