Mr. Fothergill Rowlands 



to push him down and hold him until the train stopped, which 

 it did in the nick of time, for, I pledge you my word, to have 

 saved my life I couldn't have held him another three 

 minutes. 



" ' In these days there was no communication cord, and 

 being an express, the train only stopped once between York 

 and London. My assailant, it turned out, was an escaped lunatic 

 and a very powerful man, so what would have happened had 

 the train not pulled up when it did, hardly bears thinking 

 about.'" 



As Mrs. Powney justly observed, "It was indeed an 

 awkward predicament for the Captivating Captain." 



His riding capabilities were thus described after his death, 

 by a well-known turf writer : " Captain Little was a light 

 weight, and as a rider on the flat he could hold his own with 

 the best, while few professionals could beat him in the matter 

 of fineness of hands or strength and elegance of seat." 



Mr. fothergill ROWLANDS 



In the early fifties there was no better-known man in the 

 steeplechase world than Mr. Fothergill Rowlands, known to his 

 intimates as '• Fog " Rowlands. 



Bred and born in Monmouthshire, he, like his father before 

 him, followed the medical profession, succeeding in due time 

 to the former's practice, principally amongst the miners in his 

 native county. Clever though he undoubtedly was, however, 

 his heart was not in his work, and at last his love of sport 

 predominated to such an extent that in 1 844, or thereabouts, we 



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