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A HISTORY OF THE ENGLISH TURF. 



four years old, but he was examined and quickly pronounced all right. A big 

 crowd had gathered when the jockeys dismounted, but it was nothing to the 

 excitement soon after five o'clock when the two heroes of the day came out for the 

 decider. Marson looked pale but determined. Jem Robinson was as jaunty as 

 ever, and soon showed his confidence by making the pace a cracker from the start. 

 Marson waited a couple of lengths behind, and lost no more till the Red House. 

 As "The Druid" wrote next day in the Doncaster Gazette, "Into the straight 

 Russborough came with the same strong lead, Robinson glancing over his shoulder 

 at Marson, who sat with his hands well down on his horse's withers, and as 

 cool as an iceberg. The vast crowd closed in upon them, and the roar of a 



hundred thousand iron 

 voices fairly rent the air. 

 ' Voltigeurs beat ! ' and 

 ' Is 'er beat ? ' was Bob 

 Hill's response. 'You 

 maun't tell me that ; I 

 knaws 'im better. Job's 

 a-coming ! ' And sure 

 enough Job, halfway 

 within the distance, 

 slipped a finger off his 

 rein, gave the Derby 

 winner a sharp reminder 

 with his spurs, had him 

 at RussborougK s girths 



in the next three strides, and landed him home a clever winner by a length. 

 The hurrahs that greeted horse and jockey as they returned to the stand were 

 perfectly deafening, and became, if possible, louder when the Countess of Zetland 

 descended with her husband and patted the conqueror's neck." Bob Hill's roar 

 of " Ar tauld ye so ! " might have been heard at Bawtry as he butted his 

 way through the crowd like a bull to get to his horse's head, and the air was 

 thick with hats and the spotted handkerchiefs that symbolised Lord Zetland's 

 triumph. It is said that every housemaid at Aske had put her last quarter's 

 wages on the brown, and even the fielders cheered a victory that was of the 

 right, sort. 



" Voltigeur" and " The Flying Dutchman." 



