j 142 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



grief. War Eagle, who was half a length ahead of 

 cver}'thing, Brown Duchess just behind him, with the 

 Duke and Marquis in attendance, and two others, 

 cleared the obstacle in their stride. After jumping the 

 ■water in front of the stand — an ugly straight-cut 

 obstacle — I found my mare was going lame, so pulled 

 her up after jumping the big wall on the far side. War 

 Eagle, sailing in front, struck the post and rails, which 

 resembled in strength and height a railway crossing 

 gate, so hard with one of his hind legs, that he fractured 

 the top bar, and would have fallen had he been held 

 together by a less powerful rider than Mr. Short. The 

 best man and the best horse (that day) continued to 

 lead the now thinned field, and won " anyhow." 



Some soldiers who were on the course seeing Captain 

 Papillon lying on the ground insensible after his fall, 

 hastened forward and picked him up. They were so as- 

 siduous in undoing his necktie, and freeing him from 

 anything that might impede his breathing, that they 

 actually took off his brand-new, heavily plated racing 

 spurs and quite forgot to return them. 



About the time the Constable Cup was run, Caliph 

 again came into my hands to be trained. After the 

 Benares meeting of the preceding }-car. Captain Max- 



