330 RACING IN CEYLON 



I forget ; but, as a rule, they were better 

 trainers than race-riders. The amateurs 

 were, of course, more conspicuous by their 

 number than by their capability, but I 

 remember one who made a great impression 

 on me by winning a desperate race with his 

 whip. I think he was on a chestnut gelding 

 called Brushwood. I was, with other better 

 judges, standing in the enclosure between 

 the stand and the judge's box, and we all 

 remarked how, every time the whip 

 descended, the horse was exactly in such 

 a position that It could not "knock him all 

 abroad," and, as a matter of fact, it was the 

 animal's response to three or four of these 

 scientifically applied cuts, In combination 

 with perfect '' riding " with the left hand, 

 that obtained a neck victory. Such a dis- 

 play of horsemanship I have never since 



