52 RECORDS OF OLD TIMES 



arrived on the Heath a little after one o'clock, 

 having baited at High Wycombe, and I rode into 

 my yard about twelve o'clock the same night, having 

 stopped again for an hour at High Wycombe. 

 After I had seen the finish of the two races 

 preceding the Cup, like everyone else I was 

 desirous of witnessing the struggle for the great 

 event. The course was cleared, when I found 

 myself separated from some friends, and attempted 

 to cross the course, but the police forced me to 

 return, and I was ignominiously relegated to the 

 rear of the crowd opposite the Grand and Royal 

 stands and the winning post. I, however, managed 

 to push partly through, and found myself close to 

 an old-fashioned green travelling chariot, which was 

 placed in the first row, and was occupied inside by 

 a benevolent-looking elderly lady. The carriage 

 commanded a view of the Royal box and its 

 occupants. I had the assurance to step on to the 

 hub of one of the forewheels, and to hang on to the 

 leather braces of the C springs. I, however, raised 

 my hat, and apologised to the lady, hoping I might 

 be permitted to stand there. She, in the kindest 

 possible manner, gave me permission to do so. A 

 gentleman was on the box seat, with whom she 

 conversed, and as the horses were taking their pre- 

 liminary canter, and were nearing the Royal Stand, 

 she said, ' Here comes our colt ; the rider in green. 

 My lord thought we ought to run one this year, but 

 he has no chance whatever of winning. The colt 

 is almost untried, and only three years old. but 



