148 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



couple of times, I found myself leading at the end of the 

 first mile. I endeavoured to get Mr. Hartwell to give 

 me a lead over the big wall, but he, seeing what I 

 wanted, kept behind, so I hardened my heart and sent 

 Bowman at the masonry. He tried to "cut it," but I 

 held him too straight and kept him going too fast to 

 allow him to do so. He took off too soon, struck the 

 wall with his chest, and rolled over with me on the 

 other side. I was knocked insensible for a few moments, 

 for there was a terrible lot of " bone " in the ground, as 

 the bloodthirsty stewards had taken good care not to 

 make " the falling " soft. When I came to myself I 

 found I was sitting on the ground, and saw, as if in 

 a dream, Daybreak with Mr. Short see-sawing on the 

 wall, his head and fore legs on my side of it, his hind legs 

 on the other, and his body wedged in the gap I had 

 made. Mr. Short got over with a fall, but quickly re- 

 mounted. Mr. Hartwell, however, had obtained such a 

 long start that he won easily, despite Mr. Short's 

 desperate stern chase. I was badly shaken, and was 

 glad of a help back to the Stand from Mr. Charlie 

 Mangles, who, having backed Daybreak, waited on the 

 landing side of the big wall to get on the chestnut 

 gelding, and finish the chase, in the event of Mr, Short 



