242 A Morning at Newmarket 



cover able exceptions, being actuated by thoughts of ilHcit 

 gain, with no idea of sport. Men who think this merely 

 judge others by themselves. There are rogues on the 

 turf, and there are others more than ready to sail just 

 exactly as near to the wind as they can do without in- 

 curring disgrace and the penalties that attach to it ; but 

 these black and piebald sheep are scarcer than is gener- 

 ally supposed by the arrant outsider who foolishly and 

 quite incorrectly supposes himself to be smart ; though 

 ' to jockey ' means, according to the dictionaries, ' to 

 cheat,' ' to trick.' We know that the jockey riding by 

 our side is as incapable of wrong as if he were accus- 

 tomed to wear sleeves of lawn and not of silk. 



* Your little brother is riding well,' we observe ; and 

 with a smile our companion answers : 



' Yes, he is ; he'll get on. He's about the only boy 

 I ever saw who will sit down and go with his horse. 

 Boys are usually like that, you know,' and, sitting up in 

 his saddle, he leans at an angle over his hack's neck ; 

 ' they want to go faster than their horses. Ah ! those 

 are the ones I'm looking for,' and he rides off towards a 

 long string that has just come into view. 



We, too, are in search of a string, so we will pull up 

 by these trees and look round on the pleasant land- 

 scape. To the right is the red house of a member of the 

 Jockey Club, to the left is the town. A little engine with 

 a couple of trucks goes puffing along an invisible line 

 away from the station, but not in the direction of 

 London : it is drawing building materials up to Cheveley 

 for the great house that is being built there. Beyond 

 the smoke are woods and fields which recall the most 

 delightful memories of wonderful days when pheasants 

 I'ocketed over our heads fast and high, or when the driven 



