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"got at," and from information afterwards gained it 

 appeared that his muzzle had been removed and the horse 

 had filled himself with hay and oats. What added color 

 to the story was that a boy who had looked after him 

 cleared out immediately after the race. The affair so 

 disgusted Peel and Douglas that they at once sold the 

 horse to the late John Forbes. In the hands of Charley 

 Boyle he proved himself a game good performer, but he 

 soon went lame, and though the patching process was 

 practiced on him for two or three years, he could not 

 stand the pressure, though his owner lost thousands of 

 dollars backing him. The "Major," after taking a "fly" 

 as the lessee of a theatre, a stock broker, a gentleman 

 farmer and a travelling passenger agent for a railway, 

 finally wandered back to England, and is now rusticating 

 in the neighborhood of his old home. 



How many of you are there who remember Clarence 

 Moberlyl At one time chief engineer of the Northern 

 Railway and a prince of good fellows. Rather under- 

 sized in height, but a compact, wiry built one, always in 

 the pink of condition, with a face clean-cut as a cameo 

 portrait, ever garbed neat as a new pin from the soles of 

 his boots to the crown of his head. There was nothing in 

 the world he was so fond of as racing, and there were but 

 few meetings but what he attended. He was a liberal 

 backer of his own opinion, and once set on a horse he 

 would put his money down with a free hand and his most 

 intimate friends could not get him to hedge a dollar, no 

 matter how bilious his chance appeared. 



I remember one time at Carlton Park he was in the 

 "box" over fifteen hundred dollars on War Cry in a 

 memorable mile and a quarter heat race, and though the 

 writer urged him to "hedge" after the second heat 

 proved his horse was amiss, he refused to shift, and next 

 morning it cost him over $1,600 to settle. Though by no 

 means burdened with wealth, he came up to the settling 

 desk with his usual smiling face, and after paying the 

 pool-seller he handed the Club Secretary $25, the amount 

 he had some days previously subscribed to the racing 



