154 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



of the largest coups ever made " between the flags," 



when Salamander won the Grand National in 1866, 



after having been beaten a short time previously in a 



small selling race. When he became well stricken in 



years, he recognized the vanity of racing, and devoted 



himself to the gospel according to Messrs. Moody and 



Sankey. His two sons were as fine specimens of the 



athletic young Englishman as one might wish to meet, 



and were " bad to beat " at every manly game. The 



house at Dhooly, as well as that at Dhurriah, was one 



of those grand old Lee/ Kothees which were built in the 



days when planters were kings. "Polly," as Mr. Edward 



Studd was familiarly called, had a stable of about 



twenty horses, the majority of which were in a chronic 



state of being blistered or fired. Not that he over-rode 



or over-drove them ; quite the reverse ; but he had a 



mania for doctoring his animals. There were generally 



enough, however, to pigstick with, hunt jackals, or even 



wolves at times, and " lark " over the steeplechase course 



which he had constructed round the four hundred acre 



indigo field that was close to the house. " Polly " was 



a very early riser, and had us all out of bed before ever 



a streak of light was to be seen in the eastern horizon. 



We hastily swallowed a cup of tea, got on our riding 



