1 62 hi Scarlet and Silk 



as qualified riders for fear tliat some Maw- 

 worm or Stiggins should find it out, and do 

 tliem some injury in the business by which 

 they earn their daily bread. 



II 



Amongst that far too numerous class of " the 

 little birds that can sing and won't sing " 

 must be ranked Sir John Astley's Scamp, who 

 won the big hurdle race at Croydon, and 

 seemed cut out for a high-class steeplechaser. 

 But beyond scrambling over — or more often 

 still, knocking down— the hurdles, he wouldn't 

 have jumping at any price, but he did "Jolly 

 Sir John " a turn here and there whilst 

 trained by Fothergill Eowlands, at Pitt Place, 

 Epsom. Even that past master of the jump- 

 ing art, Mr. Arthur Yates, could not make 

 Scamp take to cross-country work. 



Talking of Mr. Yates, it may fairly be said 

 that probably no man living has had such a 

 varied experience, both of riding and training 

 jumpers, as the Master of Bishop's Sutton. 



