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Once only had I the pleasure of riding ' Caller Ou,' 



although I can hardly call it a pleasure. It was in 



the Queen's Plate at Hampton, or, as it was then 



designated, " 'Appy 'Ampton," which is now the 



Hurst Park Club. Years ago the second day was 



always described as " the Cup Day." On that after- 



nc^on the Queen's Plate of a hundred guineas was 



run over two miles. We used to run the contrary 



way to what they do now, and the top turn was as 



sharp as possible. Some very thin posts were put 



down to guide us round, but generally, by the time 



we got there, they were taken up or utilized for some 



other purpose. It was nothing new for us to run or 



dodge our way through tea or picnic parties, who 



were real cockneys, mostly of the coster class, who 



had come down to enjoy themselves. This they 



certainly did, and used to laugh when we were 



threading our way through them. It was, however, 



no laughing matter for me or 'Caller Ou,' as she 



was a very strong mare, with a ewe neck, and pulled 



hard, whilst she generally was exceedingly awkward 



to ride. She carried her head high, and, in fact, her 



neck was almost the wrong way up ; but we got 



through the " litde lot " at the top turn, and she won 



with ease. This was the only time I was on her back. 



Chaloner, who usually piloted her in her many races, 



