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Faiistiis, and tliat useful class of horse. There were a 

 g'ood many of them whose names still live g'oing- at that 

 era, when Mr. Piyse Pryse had Dr. Eady, and Squire 

 West; of Alscott, Claude Loraine ; while John Mytton 

 was teasing* them with the game^ everlasting Euphrates, 

 and old Ynysymaengwyn hothering- the legs and lads at 

 a hit of pronunciation. The Squire of Chilton, however, 

 was once more cutting it. He had only a plater left in 

 '28, and for the next ten years there must have been some 

 new love afloat, for beyond an entry for a hunter's stake 

 or so, the purple and orange was seldom seen. He and 

 Dilly did not part good friends, and a fit of disgust might 

 have taken the keenness off his appetite. 



Still he is not ^^ dr" after all, but comes again like a 

 good one for the third and last heat. Treen now under- 

 takes, not only to train, but ride for him, and Isaac Sad- 

 ler furnishes some of the material to work upon. In 1838', 

 when they ''ring- up'' once more, there is Barnacles 

 (another winner of the Gloucestershire stake), I-wish-you- 

 may-get-it, Carew, Doncaster, and a two-year-old Defence 



fiUy. 



^' Have you anything- worth backing here. Craven?'' is 

 the hearty hail of an old friend, who chances to spy him 

 from the coach-box at Beckhampton. 



" Yes, I have," is the decisive answer. 



"And what is it.'" 



*' Well, a filly I am going to Vv-in the Oaks with." 



The Squire was as good as his word, too ; while lie 

 might have been better, had not Treen made that fatal 

 and too common mistake with all young* jockeys, of com- 

 ing clean away from his horses — a tack that never has 

 and never will tell over Epsom. And so it fell out, that 

 the high-actioned, round-going- outsider, Bloomsbury, out- 



