LORD FALMOUTH 



one of the dogs. As I passed the box occupied 

 by a favourite pony, she put her head over the 

 half door, in search of her accustomed lump of 

 sugar, apple, or some other little tit-bit. I had 

 forgotten to put anything in my pocket for her, 

 and held out the plate to her, saying, "You 

 can't eat this, Kitty." Never was such a mistake, 

 for she promptly bolted the lot, and afterwards 

 licked the plate with the greatest relish. " And 

 so the poor dog had none," and I received my 

 first practical experience of the horse as a carni- 

 vorous animal. 



Lord Falmouth was no advocate for early 

 two-year-old racing, indeed I cannot remember 

 any animal carrying his colours running in the 

 Brocklesby, so that, though Wheel of Fortune 

 was just the sort of filly to have secured that 

 event, she was not seen out until the Richmond 

 Stakes at Goodwood. Her trial took place at 

 four o'clock in the morning ; Swift rode her, and 

 she won as she liked — the old man cannot re- 

 member the names of those that she defeated, but 

 this is not of very much consequence — and by 

 seven o'clock she was safely boxed and on her way 

 to Goodwood by special train. She started a hot 

 favourite at 2 to 1, and beat Peter very easily 

 by a couple of lengths, Cadogan and ten others 

 being behind the pair. It is worthy of note that 

 Peter, who was then the property of General Peel 

 and was also running for the first time, was not 

 beaten again that season, at the end of which he 

 carried a 4 lb. penalty successfully in the Middle 

 Park Plate, Victor Chief, Gunnersbury, Charibert, 

 Rayon d'Or, and Ruperra being amongst those 

 that finished behind him. Wheel of Fortune's 

 next outing was in the Prince of Wales's Stakes 

 at York, in which she had some difficulty in 



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