Gentlemen Riders 



experienced what he describes as one of the funniest experiences 

 he ever had racing. 



There were no less than twenty starters, and though when 

 taking the preHminary canter the sky was bright and clear, 

 no sooner had the horses got into line for the start when down 

 came a snowstorm of so blinding a character that the riders 

 could not see the first fence. In the result, only two out of 

 the score of runners actually finished, all the rest having lost 

 their way. 



Another amusing experience was when riding his own 

 horse, Little Flo, in the Stand Handicap Steeplechase at the 

 Liverpool Autumn Meeting of 1875 previously mentioned. 



Everything else in the race had refused, and the mare, 

 whom her owner and rider had backed for a lot of money, was 

 coming in literally by herself, when, at the fence by the Canal 

 turn before Valentine's Brook, she took off too soon, landed on 

 the fence, and eventually fell back into the ditch, where she lay 

 for upwards of twenty minutes, until her jockey, with the aid of 

 a rope borrowed from a barge on the canal, managed to get her 

 out, none the worse in herself, but with her bridle and a stirrup- 

 leather broke. Mr. Dalglish, however, nothing daunted, jumped 

 into the saddle. Another difficulty, however, now stared him 

 in the face, in the shape of the crowd of roughs who swarmed 

 around, and who, not taking in the situation, kept pointing to a 

 gate hard by as the nearest way back. "That's all right," 

 shouted back their victim in desperation, **but there's a lot of 

 money t'other side of this fence." Away rushed the roughs, in 

 hopes of picking it up before its lawful owners could get at it, 

 and over the fence popped the bold "Jerry," and in due course 

 arrived at the winning-post without further accident, only to 

 find, when he got there, that the judge, Mr. R. Johnson, had 

 left his box, and was at that moment busied in weighing out 



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