My Racing Adventures 



chapter. But we are not supposed to squeal if 

 the damage is less than fatal. " Outed " in one 

 act, as the wags express it — they who do the 

 talking, not the work. 



I have also a vivid remembrance of my first 

 long gallop of 4J miles over fences, which took 

 place at Sandown Park, when I was quite a 

 youngster. We were trying "The Scot" for 

 the Grand National, his chance being fancied. 

 The jockeys engaged were the late John Jones, 

 of Epsom (he won the " National " on " Shifnal " 

 for my father), Arthur Hall (now living in retire- 

 ment at Epsom), my brother Willie, and myself. 

 His Majesty the King (then Prince of Wales) 

 was present to see the trial, as were also Lord 

 Alington, Sir F. Johnstone, and Lord Marcus 

 Beresford. My brother and I rode about 7 st. 

 7 lb. at that time— rather light for 'chasing — yet, 

 curiously, we were the only starters who com- 

 pleted the course. The others came to grief at 

 different stages of the journey. The King was 

 greatly interested in the proceedings. He asked 

 who were the two triumphant small boys, compli- 

 menting us on our jockeyship, and I had certainly 

 no idea then that I should have the pleasure and 

 honour of riding for His Majesty in future years. 

 Arthur Hall, who was knocked out by a bad 



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