238 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



behind me. This native, being new to the country, put 

 me on the wrong road. We wandered aimlessly through 

 the mist for about two hours, and then I found that we 

 had returned to the station. Fortunately I got men 

 to show me the way, so I dismounted, as the pony and 

 syce were tired, and walked on through the whole of 

 that day and following night, with a few halts, arriving 

 at Jynteea, a distance of 70 miles in 23 hours. As the 

 entire journey was across the hills, I was^^ terribly tired, 

 and fell two or three times during the last mile, from my 

 legs " giving way." A cup of tea and a bath at a hospit- 

 able planter's bungalow put me to rights, and by means 

 of relays of ponies, which had previously been posted on 

 the road for me, I rode the remaining 40 miles in time to 

 have lunch at Cachar, and to see Exile, who was looking 

 the picture of good condition. I paid the penalty of 

 the night's walk through the deadly junglds, for, after 

 dinner, I felt cold and ill, went to bed and raved all 

 night in high fever. Next morning as I was lying 

 down, feeling very weak and ill, Mr. Daly came to me 

 and explained that he wanted to buy Exile of Erin from 

 me in order to win, for the final time, the Cachar 

 thousand rupee challenge cup. I said that I would sell 

 him for Rs. [ooo and half his winnings, which, as sub- 



