Some Rides Abroad 



" but I'm going home. Let me introduce you 

 to another jockey." . . . Pernicious " crumplers " 

 are not easily paid for even by abundant coin 

 of the realm. 



For Mr Beit I won the Baden-Baden Steeple- 

 chase on " Pampero," who was formerly owned 

 by Lord Molyneux. That was the last time 

 professional jockeys were eligible to take part in 

 that performance. The course wanted a bit of 

 doing, as the phrase is ; if it were half done there 

 was sure to be trouble. We had, for example, 

 to climb up a steep hill, holding on as best we 

 could round our mounts' necks ; having scaled the 

 heights, we galloped along the top for about a 

 quarter of a mile, jumped two fences, and then 

 dashed down the other side. It was quite an 

 exhilarating adventure. The jockey who dropped 

 first — I mean who reached the bottom of the hill 

 first — generally won the race, and he deserved 

 all he got for doing so, even if (like me in 

 Holland) he were very nearly paid twice. It has 

 ever been a bitter regret of mine that I stayed 

 the hand of that close-fisted Dutchman. If he 

 had only come to South Hatch we might have 

 enlightened him as to the impropriety of allowing 

 jockeys to touch his gold more than once, or to 

 see it after closing time. He seemed to have a 



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