A few Falls 



Another rather sensational fall happened me at 

 Sandown, when Mr T. Sherwood's " Pigeon Pie" 

 came to grief at the second hurdle, and lay across 

 me, gradually squeezing the breath out of my 

 body. Two men standing there allowed him 

 almost to accomplish his fell purpose ere they 

 came to my assistance and pulled him off my 

 unfortunate person. It was veritably a tight 

 squeeze. Yet, heedless of my wounds, I rode 

 in a 3J mile hurdle race the same after- 

 noon. My mount was Lord Lovat's " Query," 

 trained by me, but my ankle was so badly 

 sprained that I was obliged to pull up before the 

 finish, the pain being intolerable. Whereupon a 

 genial trainer informed me that T was actually 

 attempting the impossible, and that if I succeeded 

 my wages would not be increased. " They never 

 are," he said, "when you have done something 

 dreadful for them." 



In a " schooling " gallop at Burgh Heath, when 

 I was training there, I had a nasty fall, and put 

 my shoulder out. I did not know it was out, 

 my orders being to use plenty of hot fomenta- 

 tions and so forth. After about a fortnight of 

 that course of treatment — I was trying to ride 

 as well as I could in the painful conditions — a 

 London specialist was consulted, and he said at 



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