I lo Silk and Scarlet. 



„ , - , Bob Johnson was a bold resolute fellow, 



Bob Johnson. .1-^1 , , , 



With rather a rough seat, and not a very 

 first-rate head in a finish. He never rode so well after 

 he fell against a post on Tinwald Downs, from which, 

 now, all traces of a racecourse, and the stone which 

 was put to mark the spot, have altogether departed. 

 There is little doubt that he became flurried and mis- 

 took the distance for the winning-post, or else he 

 would not have brought General Chasse, who had tre- 

 mendous speed, (as those who saw him come through 

 his horses at Newton can best vouch for), but only one 

 run, so far away as the Intake turn in the Leger. Two 

 years after, he pulled off his blue-and-white indig- 

 nantly in the Round House at Doncaster, saying 

 •' In course tJwii knows I ride no more!' as soon as he 

 heard that Mr. Lockwood would not even place Bees- 

 wing, when there was not a shadow of doubt among 

 the spectators that she was second. Robert devoted 

 himself henceforth to training her for Cartwright's 

 hand, and making remarkable speeches when she won. 

 He was always for keeping it dark ; and hence when any 

 one asked him "• Well, Bob ! how's fand meer f and 

 desired to advise him, they never got more than, " Lt 

 course thou knows she's well — thou can do as thou 

 likes." Bobby Hill, who generally valetted her, was 

 alike mysterious, and his invariable reply was " She's 

 zvell, mind yer ; — that's all I know." 

 Frank Buckle "^^^ ^^ mwst leave the North for a 

 time, and steal back once more to New- 

 market, and times when 



" Tho' long by the beaux reduced to disgrace, 

 The Buckle's the gem and the pride of the race. " 



Frank was originally apprenticed to a saddler, but 

 showed his contempt for what stable-lads g^enerally 

 term, " the scratching in the book," by running away 

 early on, and leaving his indentures to take care of 

 themselves. When he had worked himself into a good 



