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have no doubt many of my readers will recollect 

 it, and those who do not I am certain will be 

 amused. 



I rode ' Broomielaw,' and won the Craven Stakes 

 the first day at Goodwood on the same course that 

 he had to run over the last afternoon for the Chester- 

 field Cup. He had been there a day or two before, 

 and Bloss, Mr. Chaplin's trainer, had always taken 

 him to the same post to start his gallop, so he knew 

 it too well. I thought I should have some trouble 

 with him, so asked Mr. Chaplin to get the consent 

 of the stewards for me not to canter up. As he 

 himself was one of them, there wasn't much diffi- 

 culty about that. I got weighed early, and walked 

 nearly to the Craven Post, which is one and a 

 quarter miles away. Just before I reached it, I 

 took off" my coat, and ' Broomielaw,' who had been 

 led along quiet as possible, turned like a mad bull, 

 and came at me open-mouthed. I had to dodge 

 round him quicker than ever I could now, and as a 

 last resource I said, " Put my coat over his head." It 

 was a frightfully hot day, and he had no clothing 

 on, so we had nothing else to blindfold him with. 

 They put my coat over his eyes, and threw me up 

 as quickly as possible. The moment they removed 

 the coat, he started bucking, rearing, and kicking, 



