124 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



the man mad, hastily broke off the conversation and 

 departed. 



There was never a man loved a mount in a chase, 

 or who paid more dearly for his devotion to the sport, 

 than did poor Bailey. He was a tall, fine young fellow, 

 standing over six feet high, who ought, from his build, 

 to have weighed quite 12 st. 7 lbs, although he used 

 to ride his confederate Captain Studdy's black English 

 horse Call, about whom the row was, 9 st. 10 lbs. He 

 had a strange fancy for riding bad horses — brutes which 

 would refuse, fall, or do anything rather than jump. 

 His grey Australian gelding. Prince Rupert, late Pill 

 Garlic, was one of that sort. In a steeplechase up 

 Campbcllpore way, the misnamed Prince fell bodily into 

 a ditch with Mr. Bailey, and as he was struggling out of 

 it, the gallant 20th Hussar man caught him by one of 

 his hind legs, hung on till he was pulled out of the 

 water, then managed to seize the bridle, mounted, and 

 won his chase. His end was a sad one. He died either 

 just before reaching England, or just after landing, I 

 foreret which, his constitution having been utterly broken 

 down by overtraining. I mean no reflection on the 

 many good riders at present in India by saying that 

 Bailc)', at his best, was the finest horseman over a 

 country I have ever seen in the East. 



