My Racing Adventures 



sanity ; but friends will say anything in that 

 way when their own material interests are not 

 threatened. Ask them to put a penny in the 

 slot, so to speak, and you may hear from them 

 different views of mankind. 



One of my most brilliant adventures in the 



acrobatic line occurred whilst racing on the flat 



at Sandown Park. I was riding a horse of Mr 



C. Hibbert's, and we were knocked into the 



hurdles going round the bottom turn. We 



came a fearful " cropper " ; I was once more 



reduced to a state of unconsciousness, my head 



was cut about badly, one of my shoulders was 



injured, and I was bruised comprehensively. 



Ten or twelve horses galloped over me. At that 



period a stout man used to bring the ambulance 



for us when our hurts were more than commonly 



pernicious, and kind-hearted spectators urged 



him to move more quickly to my rescue. " I 



know who it is down," he replied, "and pray 



don't attempt to teach me my business. I have 



taken the ambulance many times for Arthur 



Nightingall, and the obstinate ass will never 



get into it." He seemed to imagine that I had 



offered him a personal insult by summoning him 



to the scene of carnage, and then refusing to 



accept his ministrations. 



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