238 A Morning at Newmarket 



round, some in crimson clothing, some in green, and 

 some in white and orange, indicative of the colours of 

 the three owners who are the chief patrons of Green 

 Lodge. The touts— there is a whole host of them by the 

 stables to the right, where George Dawson trains for the 

 Duke of Portland and others, and there are more at the 

 end of the tan gallop just across the road — the touts, I 

 say, have a really marvellous power of recognising horses, 

 the more to be admired when one remembers the multi- 

 tude of yearlings that have to be impressed on the 

 memory each season ; but to an occasional race-goer who 

 who has no eye for a horse, and possesses just a vague 

 smattering of turf knowledge, the clothing is a great 

 guide. At Sandown and Kempton, for instance, such an 

 one will recognise the sheets of a popular owner, look at 

 his card, and inform his less instructed friend that 

 ' There's old Whalebone ! ' — Whalebone being an enor- 

 mous bay horse that is entered for the next race, and 

 has been taken away to be saddled, whereas the animal 

 indicated is a little chesnut filly that is to run in a race 

 afterwards. He knows the clothing, but not the 

 animal. 



A number of horses in dark blue, with a coroneted 

 ' P ' at the corners of the cloth, have emerged from the 

 gate of Heath House some time since, and are about to 

 canter ; and this is one of the sights we have come out to 

 see, for there is an unfailing interest in noting the dif- 

 ferent ways in which horses move, some with quiet, long, 

 low, stealing, effortless stride, that delights the expert 

 who perceives how the animal reaches out, ' gets away 

 from himself,' as some trainers quaintly describe it; 

 some with a dash and energy that appear altogether 

 irresistible, suggestive of the impossibility of defeat to 



