1 8 The Post and the Paddock. 



from the distance, and the roar of a hundred and fifty- 

 thousand iron lungs rent the air. " Is Vr beat ? — is Vr 

 beatV retorted the httle man, skipping frantically 

 upwards, to obtain a good line of sight ; — " Ye maiint 

 telJ me — -ye matin t tell me , I know hint better — Job's 

 a coming /" Sure enough, Job was coming ; and then 

 Bobby's yell of " /, that's right ! Which zvins now ? 

 Oh, my Jtorse I my horse /" might have been heard to 

 Bawtry, as he dashed through the crowd, butting his 

 way like a bull, to get to his favourite's head. Volti- 

 geur-spotted handkerchiefs were waving everywhere ; 

 hats were recklessly flung away into mid-air, as if 

 their owners intended to trust to a natural growth or 

 a wig for life ; and it was all poor Leadbitter could 

 do to keep order among the countless enthusiasts, 

 who would try to wipe some of the sweat off the 

 winner with their handkerchiefs, and keep it as a toilet 

 memento. 



After the Dutchman's defeat on the Friday, the 

 scene was quite different. The crowd seemed to be 

 paralysed, and utterly unable to believe that such a 

 giant had fallen at last ; his backers wandered about, 

 as pale and silent as marble statues, and Marlow 

 stood near the weighing-house in a flood of tears, with 

 Lord Eglinton, as pale as ashes himself, kindly trying 

 to soothe him. The pace at which The Dutchman, 

 after getting his pull, fairly flew over the hill, was such 

 as we have never seen, either before or since ; and the 

 only animal that ever seemed to us to go so fast was 

 Officious, in the early part of an Ascot Vase race. 

 The Richmond men became quite alive, as evening 

 drew on, to the greatness of their victory. Such a 

 strange night of jollity was never witnessed in Don- 

 caster before, and the inns were overflowing to the 

 very kitchens. Strolling into one of the latter about 

 midnight, we espied a large group of grave clothiers ; 

 one or two of them smoking pipes, to which the mon- 

 ster cigar at the Exhibition seemed a trifle in length ; 



