2i8 THE BLUE RIBBON OF THE TUIZF. 



their club. A gentleman — a member of a sporting 

 club — saw one night in his mind's eye during his 

 slumbers the tissue which contained Iroquois first, 

 Peregrine second, Town Moor third. That seer was the 

 special favourite of fortune, as on a previous occasion 

 he dreamt that Hosebery had won the ' Camberwitch,' 

 a dream which, for the moment, puzzled him ncta little; 

 but he was clever enough to solve the difficuky by 

 backing the horse for both CesarcAvitch and Cambrid(?e- 

 shire, and Rosebery, as is well kno'vn, wun both of 

 these races. 



' Priam !' * It's Priam that's won, I tell you. I 

 heard the guard say so.' It must have been on the 

 Derby News Saturday forenoon after the Derby of 1830 

 Loug Ago. tijat I heard these words spoken by a stable- 

 man at one of the hotels in the town of Haddington. 

 I did not at the time know to what they related, being 

 then a boy of some six years or so at school there. I 

 soon became enlightened by a bigger boy, who told 

 me Priam was a horse, and that it was t'le Derby it 

 had won. * And the Derby — what is that ?' was asked 

 by another boy. An explanation was given, and next 

 year some of us boys took such an interest in the race 

 that half a dozen went two miles out of the town to 

 learn the news of Spaniel's victory. A man on horse- 

 back was before us, but we heard him get the tip, and, 

 setting spur to his horse, he galloped off to Edinburgh 

 with the news by a cross-road at full gallop. And next 

 Derby the same man I noticed was again in waiting, 

 was again told the name of the winner, and again set 

 off at great s^tecd for Edinburgh. Why he did so I 



