A few Falls 



" Lumps and bumps, Epsom,' 1 was my notorious 

 telegraphic address. 



I took another pretty " toss " with " Prince 

 Frederick" at Manchester. Two horses fell in 

 front of us on the flat whilst going round the 

 bottom turn ; I tumbled over both of them 

 and was again — it is an old story — pounded 

 into extreme insensibility. Carried into the 

 ambulance room for the sake of peace and quiet- 

 ness, I gradually resumed consciousness. Seeing 

 Mr W. H. Moore enter, for I had been engaged 

 by him to ride in the last two races, I said to 

 him : " Where are the colours ? I'm all right 

 now to ride in the last two races." 



He smiled sympathetically. " The last two 

 races have been run some time ago," Mr Moore 

 answered ; " and if you are able to ride in the 

 next two, wonders will never cease." 



As a matter of fact, I went on to Tarporley 

 the following day to ride for Lord Rendlesham 

 in the big steeplechase there, and I must have 

 been obviously in such a dazed condition that I 

 was not permitted to ride. My disgust was 

 perfect, if not perfectly expressed. Yet, truth 

 to tell, I can scarcely recollect walking round 

 that famous Tarporley course. Friends assured 

 me that I had done so with a fair assumption of 



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