lo The Coztrse, the Camp, the Chase 



Derby and Oaks, I was at school at Sherburn, not far 

 from Malton. When the news arrived, our dear old 

 master, the Eev. John Mason, vicar of the parish, started 

 off with his brother, the doctor, to drive over to I'Anson's 

 to interview the famous mare. They returned, much dis- 

 appointed, old Mr. Mason telling his pupils that " she 

 was only a little brown mare, and he thought very little 

 of her." 



The ideas of people, unused to racing, concerning race- 

 horses, are often very amusing to those who are more 

 expert at the game. What is generally liked is a horse 

 " as round as an apple," and it is quite forgotten that 

 two-year-olds and three-year-olds are really mere babies. 

 When they see the same horses at mature age, as stallions 

 or brood mares, fully grown and very fat, they feel 

 satisfied, and can appreciate them ; but a horse in severe 

 training is rather a puzzle. They do not appreciate his 

 good points, and do not admire him. " Blink Bonny's " 

 skeleton now reposes in the Museum of the Philosophical 

 Society at York, together with one of the stirrups she 

 carried when she won the Derby and Oaks, and which 

 broke in the latter race, fortunately without causing 

 any harm. 



There are other interesting relics in that museum, 

 telling of Knights of the Eoad, There repose the iron 

 girdle and shackles worn by that Prince of Highwaymen, 

 Dick Turpin, when he was confined to York Castle before 

 his execution. There, too, lie the shackles of an even more 

 famous highwayman than Dick — W. Nevinson, who was 

 finally captured and hung at York, 1676. He was 

 credited with having performed many acts of charity to 

 the poor in his district, and was so popular in consequence 



