74 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



all I asked them to do — and were well ridden by Vincent 

 Wing, R.H.A., who also won the steeplechase on his 

 chestnut mare, Destiny. The only race which fell to the 

 local talent, as far as I can remember, was the buggy 

 stakes won by that smart country-bred. Jack o' Lantern. 

 The Rajah of the place gave a pretty Cashmere-worked 

 gold cup, which fell to Ranelagh's share. On the last 

 day of the races, the Honorary Secretary, after an excel- 

 lent lunch, put this piece of plate into one of the very 

 capacious pockets of his shooting coat, which was long 

 in the skirt and antiquated in build. He then mounted 

 his pony, and cantered gaily down to the Grand Stand 

 to present the cup to me. When it was produced it was. 

 flat as a pancake, as he had done John Gilpin on it all 

 the way down. Although we were unable to drink 

 champagne out of it, we did out of less costly vessels — 

 and the Pcrrier Joiiet tasted quite as well. 



There was a five-year-old Arab at this meeting called 

 Morning Star, which ran and showed some slight 

 promise of form. As he was in miserable condition,. 

 Captain Maxwell and myself thought wc might do. 

 something with him, so my Gordon Highlander friend 

 bought him and sent him to me. I brought him back 

 to Meean Mcer, gave him nice quiet work, the best of 



