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best horse they had at Whitewall in 1837, and they expected him to 

 win the Leger, but he was disqualified for it. Perrin told me that 

 owing to his being delayed in London for over a week he gave this 

 horse his exercise and kept him fit by jogging him up and down Regent 

 Street in the early mornings ! 



Seldom was seen in a race a greater contrast in size of the horses 

 than was in the Leger of 1827, when the little Matilda, with Robinson 

 up, beat Sam Chifney on the mighty Mameluke, whereby Gully lost 

 £20,000 to Crockford. From what Perrin told me, the difference 

 between the two was greater than that which at present exists between 

 Baron de Hirsch's cracks, La Fleche and Watercress. 



If I thought my readers would appreciate them I could recount 

 many more such like yarns of famous Whitewall horses. 



John Scott bred and owned racehorses and ran them in his own 

 name, notably the mares Imperieuse, Cyprian, and Songstress. The 

 two latter won for him the Oaks, and the former the One Thousand 

 and the Leger. 



For several years the number of racehorses under his charge at 

 Whitewall was over a hundred, and it was never less than sixty. 



As a trainer he is described in a history I have consulted as being 

 what " Wellington was as a general and Nelson as a naval genius ; 

 and to witness him on Langton Wold directing the work of his teams 

 was like watching a field-marshal handling a brigade of cavalry at 

 Aldershot." His boundless hospitality and genuine kind-hearted 

 disposition were proverbial, and seemed only to be equalled by his 

 honesty of purpose and gentlemanlike deportment. He possessed 

 what seemed an inexhaustible fund of anecdote which he retailed in 

 amusing style quite unique, while his mutton, fed in sheephood until 

 three years old on Yorkshire wolds and for six months " finished '' on 

 the home meadows, together with his vintage ports, were well known 

 to be about the very best in England. Under such circumstances it 

 is easy to imagine how pleasant were visits to Whitewall in those days. 

 No one enjoyed himself more than the noble patroDS, and there they 

 would be seen conversing with the proprietor in terms of familiarity 

 such as they would not deign towards others outside their own 

 circle. 



There was always a great gathering at Whitewall for the St. Leger, 

 and for nearly thirty years Isaac Walker, Mr. Bowes' stud groom, made 

 it the occasion for bringing the yearlings from Streatlam. John 

 invited cronies from York and Ripon, and his jovial brother was 

 never absent. It is, therefore, easy to understand how the old white 

 walls were made to ring again upon occasions such as these, when the 

 trainer and the jockey entertained the followers of their stable and the 

 man who reared the horses of their best patron. Yes, in the little 

 dining-room at Whitewall were told many yarns, and therein was dis- 

 cussed many a plan which it would be interesting now to hear, parti- 

 cularly those laid by the men who, in their individual capacity of 



