My Racing Adventures 



once, " Why, your shoulder is out." The putting 

 it in was almost the worst of a bad job. Beads of 

 perspiration appeared on my intellectual brow ; 

 the eminent author was having a cruel time. 

 The necessary work done, that heartless specialist 

 said, with a grin : " And now let me look at your 

 other shoulder, for I am sure there is something 

 radically wrong with that, too." But, having 

 endured enough agony for one day, I promised 

 to come again when the weather was brighter. 

 It never cleared sufficiently for that purpose. 



The worst falls we get in my opinion are those 

 which involve being knocked insensible, as I have 

 often been, since the ill effects are not easily 

 remedied. What helps to save us is our hard 

 condition and the optimism of youth. One of 

 the shattering tumbles taken by us as a part 

 of the day's programme might kill an ordinary 

 plump citizen with as much blubber as self- 

 esteem. After being knocked out absolutely I 

 have often come to in time to ride in the next 

 race; and I have seen many of my brother 

 jockeys display a similar spirit of enterprise. 

 One is obliged to admire their pluck if doubting 

 their discretion. Gold cannot repay them for a 

 mangled existence. I know a cross-country 

 jockey now whose head is of very little service 



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