My Racing Adventures 



sort of imperishable record for one stable. 

 Among those I had owned by Mr Hyams were 

 " Charles III." — an exceptionally useful animal 

 —"Gloss," "Queen of the Chase," "Camer- 

 onian," "Sir John Broad," "King Charibert," 

 "Pantagruel," " Rheingold," "Arran," and others. 

 They performed consistently enough, and their 

 triumphs were not unexpected. Though I say it 

 myself — and of course I ought to be the last to 

 make such a statement, hence it is advanced with 

 perfect confidence — these horses were sent to the 

 post fit to run for a man's life or money — both 

 equally precious to him — when the local condi- 

 tions were favourable, and their astute owner 

 rejoiced in the prospect. In - an' - out perform- 

 ances were not to our taste. We were so fond 

 of winning — it is a human weakness, no matter 

 what the Stewards may think — that no stones 

 were left unturned to consummate that enterprise. 

 Our reverses were accepted with philosophical 

 equanimity. Gold gone may be replaced. That 

 is the best spirit to cultivate in association with 

 racecourse transactions. Losses are not sent to 

 make us bite the dust, either physically or meta- 

 phorically. After all, moreover, the money may 

 be only lent. 



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