Gentlemen Riders 



" Early that spring" (he writes) " Mr., now Sir John, Robin- 

 son asked me to ride his mare, Thyra, in the Grand National 

 of that year, v/hich I was pleased to do, especially after win- 

 ning a real good trial on her at Tom Wilkinson's, in Yorkshire, 

 where she was trained. Unfortunately, the night before the 

 Grand National I had such a vivid dream that I was killed in 

 the race that I begged Sir John to let me off the mount, feeling 

 sure that, under the circumstances, I shouldn't do her justice; so 

 W. Daniels had the ' leg up ' in my place, and when going 

 strong and well, close home, she over-reached so badly that 

 she never ran again. 



" In the next race, the Palatine Hurdle, my dream, strangely 

 enough, was very nearly realised, for Jim Adams, falling at the 

 last flight of hurdles, brought me down as well, and, pitching 

 on my head, I lay there to all appearance dead. 



" On examination it was found that, in addition to a dislocated 

 neck, I was suffering from concussion of the brain and spine, 

 and paralysis of the left side, and in that state I was carried to 

 an inn on the course, where for twenty-two days I remained, 

 hovering between life and death, and totally insensible." 



When, after a recovery which was little short of miracu- 

 lous, Mr. Dalglish tried to ride once more, he found, to quote 

 his own words, it was " no use," so has since contented himself 

 with hunting, as the nearest approach to his first love. 



Always a light weight, he was able to ride and win many 

 races on the flat, under Jockey Club Rules, notably on Mr. 

 Houldsworth's Solicitor, who for some years was quite at the 

 top of the hunter class. 



With this horse Mr. Dalglish once had an amusing (?) 

 experience at Shrewsbury races. Not understanding much 

 about races in the hunter class, the clerk of the course, old Mr. 

 Fraill, asked him whether he would mind roughly framing a 



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