GEORGE FREDERICK 



the state he was in can well be imagined. Poor 

 Leader felt absolutely ashamed of him, and, taking 

 him behind the stand, removed his clothes, scraped 

 him down, and managed to make him a little more 

 presentable before walking him home. As it turned 

 out, this lengthy canter did George Frederick no 

 harm and, about six hours later, he beat Apology 

 by a length and a half. They were the only two 

 starters for the JNIunicipal Stakes, and little indeed 

 could those who watched the race have imagined 

 that the pair fighting out the duel were destined to 

 take Derby, Oaks, and Leger between them, for 

 the filly only won a single race — the last — in which 

 she took part as a two -year -old, whilst, on the 

 Thursday at Doncaster, George Frederick finished 

 an indifferent third to Farnsfield and Rostrevor. 

 After this, however, Oliver left matters more and 

 more in the hands of Leader, and the colt was at 

 last sent along in earnest in his work, the result 

 being that he won the Boscawen Stakes and an- 

 other race at the First October Meeting, but there 

 was nothing of any account, except Leohnus and 

 Regal, behind him on either occasion. Tom Oliver 

 went to Newmarket to see George Frederick run 

 for the jNIiddle Park Plate, and this was the last 

 race meeting that he ever attended. Indeed he 

 was fast nearing the close of his long and eventful 

 life, and things were almost entirely relegated to 

 Leader. One morning during the Second October 

 week the latter and Mr. Cartwright waited some 

 time on the Heath for the trainer, but, as he did 

 not put in an appearance, the morning work was 

 done without him. Returning to the " Crown '" 

 where the horses were standing, they found Tom 

 sitting on a bench in the yard, blinking in the 

 morning sun, and showing evident traces of a 

 somewhat heavy night, for the veteran, ill as he 



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