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the best miler in England, and beat Alarm, who had won the Ascot 

 and Goodwood Cups, also the Derby winner Pyrrhus the First; but 

 in this match Sir Tatton Sykes beat him easily by three lengths. 

 Frank Butler rode for Bill Scott and Job Marson for O'Brien. 



Bill's horse was first called Tibthorpe, but turning out about the best 

 he ever rode, he called him after the man he considered the best he 

 ever knew. He won both the Two Thousand and Leger on him, and 

 lost the Derby by only a head, having remained at the post to abuse 

 the starter till the others had gone a hundred yards. 



Bill was like his brother, wideawake, and when he had a good mount 

 he backed it heavily. He was quite a character, with language peculiar 

 to himself, which, when he got excited, became exceedingly " strong." 

 He was very charitable and hospitable, and possessing rare wit with 

 exuberant spirits he was a great favourite with everyone. The 

 little fellow was wont to say to youngsters when they came to him for 

 a tip that "Prudence, a clever old animal, got by Holdfast out of 

 Careful, was the best he could give them." " Sylvanus " relates that 

 he continually talked during a race, and swore terribly at any 

 jockey who interfered with him. In the Oaks of 1838, which he won 

 on Industry, Arthur Pavis struck him, and they finished the race 

 flogging each other ! 



The brothers were not friends for some years before Bill's death, 

 which accounts for John not having trained Sir Tatton Sykes, 



Bill acquired a large property and lived for years near the gate lead- 

 ing on to Knavesmire racecourse, where he died in 18-^9, aged about 

 fifty-two years, and was buried at Meaux in the East Riding of 

 Yorkshire, regretted by everyone. 



To train tit a sound horse that feeds well is comparatively an easy 

 job, but to deal with one of a delicate constitution, and having bad 

 legs and feet, is altogether a different thing. It was, however, in his 

 treatment of that sort John Scott prided himself the most, and with 

 many such he did what no other man could do. 



Velocipede gave him a great deal of trouble with his legs, and 

 Touchstone gave him more ; still, he was able to keep the latter going 

 and win races with him until he was a five-year-old. The Baron also 

 had bad legs and feet, and but for the skilful treatment he got at 

 Whitewall we might never have seen Stockwell. 



Touchstone was a very peculiar horse in many ways — besides having 

 bad legs, his action with wide-spread hocks was the oddest ever seen 

 on Langton Wold. He was also a tremendous puller. This great 

 progenitor of the English racehorse stood at Eaton Hall, and died 

 there in his thirty-first year. As a sire he is best known through 

 Orlando, Newminster, Cotherstone, and Surplice, and though he begot 

 other celebrities he was not nearly as reliable as other of our great 

 aires, for some very bad horses sprung from him. His own brother 

 Launcelot pulled even harder than Touchstone, and at times, no 

 matter what was the bridle. Bill Scott could not hold him. 



