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could hardly be kept out of the judge's box, she got 

 home first and landed the Plate for "the crimson 

 body, white sleeves and cap," of Hawkhead. 



We first looked on Doncaster in the mist and wet 

 of a Sunday morning, when the races began on a 

 Monday. It was then a long coach ride from Swinton 

 Station. Herring's picture of Attila was part of our 

 burden, and the Colonel's valet, who was in charge of 

 it, was telling good anecdotes of his master's mode of 

 shooting. That year some three St. Leger winners 

 were walking together in one field at the Turf Tavern — 

 to wit, Blue Bonnet, Charles XII., and Satirist ; and 

 there were also two Derby winners in the town — 

 Little Wonder and Attila ; and all, save Satirist, 

 started. Crucifix and Bay Middleton were also at 

 the Turf paddocks. The sight of the trio was almost 

 as memorable as Blair Athol's and Gladiateur's mock 

 tournay when they marched about in a paddock, and 

 Knowsley neighed his defi over the wall. The Cure's 

 bolt in the St. Leger, two years after, was the only 

 thing of the kind in the St. Leger annals. It began 

 about sixty yards from home, and he seemed to come 

 right across the course, as if he was going to bury his 

 defeated head in the judge's box — Mail Train's, in the 

 Cesarewitch, was a trifle to it. The Eglinton pro- 

 cession of Van Tromp led by Eryx, as they came out 

 with their jockeys up through the Carr House Gate, 

 with Black Jemmy as beadle, and addressing the 

 crowd, was a picture of itself ; and we never met with 

 such a model of a cup horse as " Van" was that after- 

 noon, or many neater little beauties than Eryx his 

 equerry. Templeman soon knew that it was not Cos- 

 sack's day. The stable had pressed him hard to ride 

 Foreclosure, but he had refused to do so, as he felt 

 sure that the bay was not within 21 lbs. of the chest- 

 nut, and the race proved it ; though Cossack was very 

 short of preparation. 



It was also a very " pleasant bit" when Tom Jen- 



