My Racing Adventures 



from A to Z and backwards, so that no letter of 

 the alphabet may be unfamiliar to you in the 

 heat of conflict." Verily we must go through 

 the mill, it seems, before we can grasp much 

 grist. 



My mount on "Stonefall" at Scarborough was 

 successful, and that was the first race which 

 Sir Simon Lockhart won, though he had been 

 racing for several years. He was kind enough to 

 give me a pearl and horse-shoe pin in acknow- 

 ledgment of my all-round efforts to achieve a 

 victory at that meeting. Napoleon could not 

 have felt so happy after sacking the nearest 

 city. I seemed to be smothered in jewellery, an 

 absolutely coruscating figure, when I wore that 

 pin for the first time. If anybody had told me 

 that the paddock glittered with my effulgence — 

 and some rare wits find shelter there between 

 the races after the supplies of Irish stew begin to 

 fall off — I should not have complained to him 

 that he was guilty of what is elegantly termed 

 "swank." One's cross-buttock is often belated. 



After that initial triumph with " Stonefall " 

 I rode him in several other races and was not 

 so fortunate. We kept dropping across Fred 

 Archer and " Pearl Diver." At Derby, for 

 instance, the last-named colt, steered by the 



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