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he travelled to the scene of action in a brewer's 

 cart, being artfully secreted among the beer 

 barrels — he was quite at home there ! — but what 

 he saw of the spin I do not know. The chances 

 are t>>at it did not put a great deal of coin into his 

 purse. Sport does not always treat its humble 

 servitors very well when they have no sort of 

 nest - egg to cackle about in their declining 

 years. Oh, for a start again with a different 

 kind of patent martingale to keep our head 

 down ! 



A great trial took place at Newmarket some 

 years ago, and no account of it has ever been 

 published. It was a gallop of 4J miles over 

 hurdles by moonlight (or pretty nearly so) ; there 

 was a " National " candidate included, and the 

 jockeys who rode in it were R. Marsh (the King's 

 trainer), R. I'Anson, Jem Adams, and D. Thirl- 

 well. They took the horses out of the stable as 

 soon as it was light enough for their purpose — 

 they were not particular as to a gleam or two — 

 and after a gallop they rode their mounts back, 

 " did " them up all right, and not a lad in the 

 yard knew that a horse had been out that morn- 

 ing. " But," said my friend, Jem Adams, telling 

 me the story, " those hurdles did not half rattle, 

 I give you my word ; and at the end of our long 



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