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appetite in the evening at Liverpool and Manchester. 

 He had heard of my good work with the knife and fork 

 at Simpson's. There I could eat three orders of beef 

 with vegetables and then switch off on to the saddle 

 of mutton. In hotels like the Adelphi in Liverpool, 

 the Queens in Manchester and elsewhere, I could eat a 

 tremendous meal and couldn't bear to go out to dinner 

 where I couldn't be sure of getting what I wanted. I 

 liked best a big cut from a joint of lamb with new 

 potatoes and salad, but it must be remembered that 

 dinner was my one meal of the day. One must confess 

 that the luncheon-rooms open on a race-course are 

 generally no very great temptation. I can say too 

 that I never took a drink when I was riding until 

 racing was over for the day. This self-imposed rule 

 was never broken during the whole of my career in 

 England and for years elsewhere, not even under what 

 might be called really necessary conditions. 



One case in particular that I recall was at Kempton 

 Park; — I think in 1898 — when I met with an accident 

 through Mr Sol Joel's Latheronwheel rearing up and 

 falling back on me in the paddock. I had shouted 

 out to the boy to loose his head but he wouldn't or 

 didn't hear me, and I was crushed under him. The 

 horse tried his best to get off me with the true instinct 

 of the thoroughbred not to do injury. At last he 

 got clear. If I had not known how to respirate I 

 shouldn't have had any life left in me. As it was 

 when they came to examine me they found that my 

 pelvis was injured. The race-qourse surgeon put the 

 joint back in the socket and as I laid there the 

 doctor said that I had " better have a little neat 

 brandy." 



" I will — after racing," I replied. 



Lord William who was standing near — ^he had come 



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