H.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES 



his racing days, and a more perfect combination of 

 power, substance, and quality than he presented 

 on that afternoon cannot be imagined. Colonel 

 Tom Ochiltree, who was one of our little party, 

 became almost tearful in his expressions of admira- 

 tion, but they were amply justified, and we all 

 echoed his sentiments when he said, "We don't 

 want to see any more horses after him." 



The afternoon was now fast waning, but there 

 was just time for a stroll through the beautiful 

 gardens, bright and gay with autumnal flowers, 

 and a look at the house, which is a typical home 

 for an English gentleman. Then came the pleasant 

 drive back to Wolferton, during which the rabbits 

 were skipping about the road in the most fearless 

 fashion, and a walk through the boxes which have 

 been built for the mares which are sent to Per- 

 simmon. This is an admirable arrangement, for, 

 by keeping these three or four miles away from 

 the Sandringham stud, any danger of disease being 

 imported there is done away with, and the visiting 

 mares only have to walk about a hundred yards 

 after being unboxed at the railway station. Per- 

 simmon has a second box here, which he occupies 

 during the greater part of the covering season, 

 and there are five paddocks of about ten acres 

 each. It seems scarcely possible that the Prince 

 of Wales can ever breed a better than his first 

 Derby winner. Let us sincerely hope that he may 

 possess some more as good, whose victories, we 

 may be sure, will always evoke that genuine 

 enthusiasm which can never be quite called forth 

 by the successes of horses carrying any other 

 colours. 



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