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was a fair being in the stand arrayed in 

 my colours (sky-blue and pale pink) ; but, 

 looking back a score of years at the occur- 

 rence, I don't think anyone could have been 

 blamed — in a two-pound saddle, too ! I 

 have sat three honest runnlncr-bucks in a 

 hunting saddle since then, but, strong as I 

 was in the saddle as a youngster, I think, if 

 there had been a fourth, I or the girths must 

 have gone. That settling-day broke poor 

 T., who had "gone for the gloves" over 

 the race. 



I don't recollect that my good friend G. C. 

 (I mustn't mention his name, for he very 

 likely is Merchants' Representative in Council 

 now) ever won this race for the dangerous 

 syndicate he trained for. I recollect his 

 having a horse, satirically christened '' Deer- 

 foot," but known to us all as "Soup-plates," 



