Training Difficjilties 2 1 1 



showing any desire to bolt. Daring the winter I took 

 him to the meets of the hounds, and rode him on parade, 

 and he became as handy as possible. The following 

 season he won no fewer than nine races. After his 

 racing career was over he was purchased by the late 

 Lady Brassey, and brought home to Sussex to carry her 

 with the East Sussex Fox-Hounds, near Hastings. 



One autumn I purchased a very speedy horse in 

 Portugal, and brought him back to Gibraltar. He was 

 a tall, leggy horse, with light back-ribs, a delicate feeder, 

 and had never won beyond six furlongs. I ran him 

 on the first day of the meeting, when carrying 13 st. — 

 he was beaten by a neck by " Molinero," to whom he 

 was conceding a stone, over six furlongs. That evening 

 he never touched a single grain of corn, he was so 

 upset by his race. His head was up ; he kept listening 

 and staring from side to side, and would not settle 

 down at all. I was early at the stables the next 

 morning, but still he would not feed, and at nine 

 o'clock he was as excited as ever. He was accustomed 

 to eat bread out of my hand, so seeing that there was 

 no chance of his taking his ordinary food, I sent his 

 lad up to the house, with directions to bring me the 

 largest loaf that was there. 



He brought me a huge cottage loaf, and, breaking 

 it into small pieces, I never left the horse until he had 

 eaten the very last crumb. So long as he had something 

 inside him, it did not much matter what it was, but to 

 have run him again without food would have been per- 

 fectly useless. 



That afternoon, carrying 12 st. 7 lb., he started for 

 a race of a mile and a quarter, much farther than he 



