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made too much use of his horse with the worst of 

 the weights. Instead of being half-way home, 

 ' Reputation ' tired, and Fordham got up on the post 

 and won by a neck. Poor Archer told me himself 

 after that match that he " could always make out 

 what every other jockey was doing, but he never 

 could understand what old Fordham was up to." 



Fordham and myself were always the greatest of 

 friends. I was best man at his wedding, and god- 

 father to his eldest son. We were always being 

 taken for each other when apart, although there was 

 not the slightest resemblance when we were together. 

 I was very much taller and bigger. That people 

 thought us alike is shown by the following amusing 

 incident that happened to me one night in London : 



It was in 1861, after ' Starke' had won the Good- 

 wood Cup, and when out one evening I went to 

 the Alhambra. I had not been there very long 

 before up came a man, who spoke with a Yankee 

 accent, and said : 



"Waal, George, I guess I won a bit on you at 

 Goodwood last week, and I guess I knew ' Dicky ' 

 Ten Broeck out in the States." 



" Indeed," I replied ; whereupon he said : 



" Yes, I did, and had many a night's play with 

 him." 



