44 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



Dudley Sampson, rode the hope of the Gordon clan, 

 while little Ouajjoo was perched on the big, raking Cceur- 

 de-lion. The race up to the turn home looked like a 

 contest between a pony and a horse, for the chestnut 

 kept " lollopping " along at his ease, a length in front of 

 Ranelagh, who had to do all he knew to keep near his 

 rival. When they came into the straight. Captain 

 Dudley caught Ranelagh " by the head," sat down into 

 his saddle, and drove the gallant son of Peeping Tom 

 alongside the big chestnut, who was well able to quit his 

 opponent without an effort at any moment. But he saw 

 the crowd on each side of him ; he heard their shouting, 

 and the rattle of Ranelagh's hoofs ; and then, for the 

 first time in his life, he put his ears back, " dug his toes 

 in the ground," slackened his speed, despite the deter- 

 mined efforts of his jockey, and allowed Ranelagh to 

 beat him on the post. They met again in the Stewards' 

 Handicap, -%^mile, but with the same result. I do not 

 know what happened to Coeur-de-lion after that. 



And then the Gordon Highlanders invited the Hussars 

 down to Jullundur to their November meeting. I was 

 marching through with my battery (F-19, R. A., they 

 have changed the numbering now), for I was then in 

 the Gunners, and saw some of the racing. Coventry, 



