MEHOIKS OF SIB CLAUDE CHAMPION DE CBESPIGNY MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE CHAMPION DE CRESPIGNY BART. EDITED BY GEORGE A. B. DEWAR WITH A PREFACE AND NOTES BY THE DUKE OF BEAUFORT, E.G. SECOND EDWIQif', \ ' *K' LONDON LAWRENCE AND BULLEN 16, HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN, W.C. 1896 [All rights reserved] S V 3.3 RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITKD, LONDON & BUNGAY. PREFACE IN introducing Sir Claude Champion de Crespigny's career as a most persistent steeple- chaser and a very successful one to those who take an interest in the Sport, and who admire determination and pluck, I feel that there is certainly no gentleman who has had such a varied experience of it, and I hardly think any pro- fessional rider either. The combination too of ballooning and steeplechasing is very remark- able. I have had the pleasure of Sir Claude's acquaintance for many years. It must be over five-and-twenty years ago that I was aware of, and very nearly a witness to, an incident that will give the readers of this book an idea of what a prompt and determined man he is. Stopping for the night, between two days' hunting, with my dear and valued friends. Lord ^49120 vi PREFACE: and Lady Algernon St. Maur at Wilcot Manor near Pewsey, Wilts (he, alas ! died as Duke of Somerset, about two years since), I was informed by Lord Algernon that Sir Claude was staying for a day or two at the Phoenix Inn in the village, and that he had invited him to dinner. He duly arrived in the inn fly, and, as we had been hunting that day and were going to hunt the next day, the fly was ordered early to take Sir Claude back. When the time came it did not appear, and Sir Claude in evening dress and shoes at once set off to walk along the slippery, muddy road, a distance of about two miles. Near Pewsey he met the fly, and blew up the man for not coming in time ; upon which the flyman a much bigger man than Sir Claude got off his box, and told him if he spoke another word he would punch his head. Sir Claude's response was, " Put up your hands and defend yourself," and in about three minutes he gave the man such a thrashing that he begged for mercy. It was bad enough to have to walk in the wet, but to be "cheeked" besides was too much, and we PEEFACE vii were glad to hear what had happened particu- larly as the flyman was known as the Bully of the Village. I mention this to show the sort of man Sir Claude is ; most quiet and inoffensive, but full of courage, and ready to go anywhere or do anything, not only by sea or by land, but in the air also. I think the readers of his reminiscences will appreciate his total disregard of danger or of injury to himself. I consider him the pluckiest and hardest man I ever knew, full of kindness, most considerate to others, and most unselfish. I think his recollections and performances will interest all who care for cross-country sport. BEAUFORT. INTKODUCTION THE NORMAN AND ENGLISH CHAMPIONS SIR CLAUDE CHAMPION DE CRESPIGNY, whose pursuits on land and sea, as well as in the air, are here related, comes of a decidedly adventurous stock, and it may not be alto- gether out of place to briefly trace his descent. Like the late Guy de Maupassant, the well- known French novelist, who was also devoted to field sports, to ballooning, and to adventure in many forms at sea and ashore, he, as his name tells so clearly, is of Norman origin. The family of Champion de Crespigny, Vicomtes St. Hurien, and Sieurs de Crespigny and Vierville, and that of le Champion, Comtes de Cice, are acknowledged by Laroche, Chamillart, and other French genealogists, as branches of the ancient feudal family of the Marmions or le Champions de Fonteneys le Marmion. The immediate fore- fathers of Sir Claude owned the estates of la Fleuriere, Vierville, and Crespigny, situated not far from Fonteneys le Marmion, the original x INTRODUCTION home of the family from the time of Eollo the Norman up to the year 1418, when the last owner, Bertrand le Champyon, was dispossessed both of Fonteneys le Marmion and also of the ancient estate of Urvyle by Charles VI. of France in favour of Eobert Shottisbroke, the King's " armour-bearer.'' This deed still extant is in Latin, and is dated January 1st, 1418, "at our Royal town of Falaise." It states that the chateau and estates are to continue to be held under the ancient tenure, viz. that its owner is to hold the hereditary office of Champion to the King of France as Duke of Normandy, and is also " to present to the said King and Duke and to his heirs at the feast of St. George at Caen a flag with the Arms of St. George every year for ever," the said Champion to attend on summons the King's camp at Caen with kith and kin, etc., in full armour arrayed for war, and at his own cost. It will thus be seen that there is a distinct con- nection between the de Crespigny family, which settled in this country after the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, and the hereditary Champions of the Kings and Queens of England ; for the Hon. the Queen's Champion, a Dymoke of Scrivelsby, who died not long since, was a descendant of the Marmions, in whom the office was once vested. The duties or tenure, however, of the Champions of the Dukes of Normandy differed somewhat from those attaching to Scrivelsby Manor. The owners of Fonteney INTRODUCTION xi were apparently, restricted in their duties to the act of presentation referred to ; whilst the English Champions had to play a very prominent, and to some, perhaps, a rather trying, part in the gorgeous ceremonial which took place at the coronation of English monarchs, and only fell into disuse within quite modern times. The Champion, on a richly-caparisoned steed, and armed to the teeth, had to rein his horse back- ward the whole length of Westminster Hall, and after partaking of the contents of a gold cup handed him by the Sovereign, fling down his gauntlet, and challenge to combat any person who dared question the right of the new ruler to the throne. It is said though the story would seem to rest on a rather slender basis ; that at the time of the coronation of the last George, the Champion being a clergyman, deputed the duty to his nephew, who was a sailor. Sailors are with occasional exceptions, one or two of which are recorded in this book l notoriously deficient in horsemanship, and the tale runs that the young Champion was 1 Once the present Marquis of Queensberry wrote inquir- ing whether a veterans' race, to take place at Punchestown, was open to sailors as well as soldiers. The secretary replied in the affirmative, and added that if a jockey in the race cared to ride with his face towards his horse's tail, he would be entitled to a sailor's allowance of 7 Ibs. The Marquis was the only sailor rider in the race, and though not availing himself of the secretary's suggestion came in first, beating a dozen soldier jockeys. xii INTRODUCTION compelled to go through several rehearsals at the Astley's of the day ! Whether or no there is any truth in this story, it seems certain that he eventually went through the performance with great credit. The display has been described by the chroniclers of that time as a most magnificent one, and it is perhaps somewhat a cause for regret that so ancient and stately a custom, which assuredly compares not ill with such pageants as the annual Lord Mayor's procession, and the Jubilee of a few years since, should have been suffered to lapse since the days of George IV. On being deprived of his office and hereditary estates, Bertrand le Champion settled on his Breton lands, and took the oaths of fealty to the Duke of Brittany at Brehaud Moncontour in 1427. He, however, still retained the minor title of Vicomte de Vire, borne by the family of le Champion d'Urvyle prior to 1204 as Castellans of Vire and of its great fortress. The last descendant of Bertrand, last owner of Fonterieys and Urvyle, was Ellise, daughter of Jaques Loftus de Champion, last Vicomte de Vire, who married about the year 1780 Andreas, grandson of Archdeacon Fr. Olaus v. Mollerus, of a family ennobled in 1440, and again in 1538 by Henry VIII. at Greenwich ; the Emperor Charles V. also conferring at Regensburgh under his own sign- manual the rank of barons throughout his Empire. The elder branches of the family of le Champion INTRODUCTION xiii held only minor titles, but a junior and still existing one still holds that of Marquis de Fon- teneys of the Chateau of Varnhernu near Belle- sene. In its memoir by E. de Magny Thomas and Jordan le Champion de Fonteneys, " dit Marmion " are stated to have served in the first crusade, and both Laroche and Chamillart mention Kobert de Moulin of the Urvyle family, which succeeded to Fonteneys, as having joined the crusade starting from Aigues Mortes. Sir Walter Scott was obviously much attracted by the early history and curious privileges attached to this old feudal family, which he has immortalized in his* great poem of Marmion. Its members were a turbulent and martial race, and were present at the battle of Hastings. Robert, the second Lord Marmion of Fonteneys, Tarn worth, Lutter worth, and Scrivelsby, who founded the Abbey of St. Barberie in 1140, was killed in 1143. His son Robert, the third Baron, followed Richard the Lion-hearted to Poictou. The ancient castle of Fonteneys le Marmion was taken by assault in 1135, by Robert Count of Anjou, who claimed the English crown. Foiled in his attempt to capture Falaise, then held by Robert Lord Marmion, he attacked Fonteneys in the absence of its owner, and almost destroyed it. It conferred the office of Champion and the titles of Baron and Viscount on its owners long before the Conquest, and to this day keeps many remains attesting to former importance in the xiv INTRODUCTION history of the Duchy. This scene of many a stirring fight and call to arms in the rough -hewn age of chivalry and feudal customs, is now, alas ! for its former greatness, a French farm, and, incon- gruously mixed amongst implements of peace and agriculture, are still preserved some remnants of that far-off time. The interior entrance and the mantelpieces are richly sculptured in marble and stone, part of the sixteenth and part of the fourteenth century, but a portion is very much more ancient. From the family of ScLottisbroke the fortress passed to the ancient family of de Guerchy, who retained it up to the Revolution, when it fell to the family of the Dukes de Gram- mont, and is now owned by one of its members, the Marquis de Guiche. There still flows at Fonteney the little fountain which gave its name to the chateau nine hundred years ago. G. A. B. D. CONTENTS CHAP. PREFACE INTRODUCTION : THE NORMAN AND ENGLISH CHAMPIONS ............... ix I. SPORT IN IRELAND AND INDIA ......... 1 II. SPORT AT HOME A?7D ABROAD ... ... ... 39 III. A MEDLEY OF SPORT ............ 84 IV. STEEPLECHASING FROM 1880-5 ......... 114 V. "IN THE CENTRAL BLUE" ... ... ... 168 VI. MAINLY STEEPLECHASING ......... 226 VII. ADVENTURE BY LAND AND SEA ......... 260 VIII. FROM EGYPT TO EPSOM ............ 299 ix. A SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE ......... 337 APPENDIX: STEEPLECHASING IN INDIA ...... 362 INDIAN RACING AND CHASING ... 362 PEDESTRIANISM ... ...... 365 BALLOONING.. 371 MEMOIBS OP SIB CLAUDE CHAMPION DE CRESPIGKY CHAPTER I SPORT IN IRELAND AND INDIA A very long racing career Secret of staying powers A " tremendous cropper " Training Hard ground and hard falls My first steeplechase A tough old soldier Racing in the East Winning the "Indian Grand National "The cholera in '68 and '69 "Private regi- ments " Probyn's fame Snipe and pigeon shooting Two inveterate raconteurs. IT is getting on for twenty-nine years since I rode and won my first steeplechase. Looking back across the vista of years, I really begin to think that I must be getting an old fogey. The fingers of one hand are more than enough to reckon up the cross-country men, amateur and professional, who were riding with me then and who are riding now. Nor is this astonishing 2 MEMOIRS QF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY when ; ; otte i ^tJonsidoKS that the steeplechasing careers of most men are compressed into about half-a-dozen years. Few jockeys, at any rate, either on the flat or across country, beginning like myself at twenty, have ridden after their fortieth year ; and fewer still looked forward in their forty-ninth year to riding and winning a few more good races on any mount and over any course within the next two or three seasons. Though often taking exception to my luck in various matters, I must say that the fates have been very lenient to me in regard to steeple- chasing. Only I wish I had not been denied winning the Grand National. Once or twice I have seemed within measurable distance of success, and each time have been foiled through an unexpected mishap. Perhaps the first thing which it occurs to any man at all conversant with horse-racing to ask, when he hears that you have been riding for over a quarter of a century, is " How on earth have you done it ? " The question has been put to me many scores of times within the last few years. People who are acquainted with my racing career are sometimes more puzzled at the way in which I have continued to ride, than those who know little about the noble sport A LONG RACING CAREER 3 of steeplecliasing. They know that I accept mounts which I may never have seen or heard of before, and often at the shortest notice ; and also that I am willing, as a rule, to ride in all weathers. That any man can keep up this kind of thing for more than a quarter of a century seems scarcely credible even to those who are perfectly aware that it is being done. I attribute my success in being able to ride for such a great length of time without getting knocked up, almost entirely to the fact that I have always kept myself at all seasons of the year in condition. The regular use every morn- ing of clubs and dumb-bells the latter vary- ing between two and fifty-six pounds works wonders in this respect, and a cold tub before breakfast may be held indispensable to a man who wants to keep himself in first-class con- dition. But in addition to this I am con- stantly taking more severe exercise in a variety of forms. Cutting furze with a bill-hook in the little gorse just outside my house is capital exercise ; so is thinning out the branches of various trees on the place that need attention. Quite lately a friend tells me he was staggered at the reply made to the query, " Is Sir Claude in?" "He's up a tree, sir.'' I was hacking 4 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY away at an old willow, about the most awk- ward wood there is to cut, owing to its sponginess. Pedestrianism is another means by which I manage to keep myself " fit " all the year round. On most days I do a little mild running, something in the way of a "jog trot." Many sportsmen regard walking with genuine horror ; but for myself, I have always been very fond of it, whether on a solitary tramp or with a companion. A short while ago I took a walk from my home in Essex up to the Grand Hotel, London, a distance of about forty-five miles, winning thereby a wager of no less than half- a-crown ; whilst between breakfast and luncheon I trudged over to a friend's one morning, a distance of twenty-six miles or so. Even more recently it was suggested to me that I should back myself without any special training to walk fifty miles in a day along an ordinary high-road. The reply was that I would certainly do so any day for a moderate stake. The task ought not to be a very difficult one, especially in decent weather. Years ago I used to do a great deal o o of walking in London, rarely, unless greatly pressed for time or encumbered with luggage, resorting to a conveyance. In about a year A ' TREMENDOUS CHOPPER' 5 I walked the best part of two thousand miles of London pavement. By constantly keeping myself in training, and " hard as nails," I have been enabled not only to ride into my forty-ninth year, but also to shake off the effects of ugly-looking mishaps in what has appeared a phenomenally short time. Here are a few amongst many instances. The severest fall that I ever experienced from off a horse was in the hunting-field. On February 23, 1878, 1 came a tremendous cropper, when out with the Tedworth, and near Penton Lodge, then the property of Sir William Humphrey. I rode at a gate which I thought was closed all right. The gate, however, turned out to be open. Down we came, an awful crash, on the other side, and right on some vile cobble stones which were covered with treacherous moss. My arm was broken very badly at the elbow, and it has never been quite straight since. To make things worse, some over-solicitous spectators tried to drag me by the smashed limb into Lady Humphrey's carriage, which happened to be near. It was currently reported, and several news- papers have persisted in the statement, that I knew 7 the gate to be on the swing. That was not 6 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY so ; nor was I aware that there were cobble stones on the other side. In this case I was Jwrs de combat for some little time. But even here I was out of bed in what most people would regard as an exceptionally short time. In ballooning accidents too I have found the same thing obtains. An ordinary accident on the racecourse or else- where is to my mind serious or the reverse in proportion as the body is in perfect condition or otherwise. Almost as serious-looking a fall as this was one I sustained at Colchester in 1892. In that case my horse fell with me at the water-jump. I received a heavy blow, and concussion of the brain was the result. I was insensible for about twenty minutes ; but presently coming to, was ready to ride another race that same day. An opportunity did not offer, but two days after- wards, on my birthday, I was quite well enough to be in the saddle again. Indeed I rode and won a race for Lord Decies at the Woodbridge Meeting, and felt no evil results therefrom. January 21, 1893, was a day much more fitted for skating than riding across country. Indeed skating was actually going on within a stone's throw of the course at Lingfield, where we were TRAINING 7 steeplechasing. I received what at the time looked like a very ugly fall. When my horse fell there was another close at his heels, but knowing the man for whom I was riding believed my mount ought easily to win, I took no heed of this in my anxiety to be up and doing again. So I rose at once, and as I did so the off fore plate of the horse behind struck me a heavy blow just over the eye. I was of course insensible for a while, but came to before the stretcher was brought, and was led away between two friends, one of whom, by the way, was relieved of his note-book by a member of the light-fingered fraternity as he leant over me. Six days later, namely January 27, 1893, I was in my saddle again riding at Hurst Park, with my head nicely bandaged, which seems to show that concussion of the brain is not always such a terrible thing as it is depicted. I should have won a good race too on that day had it not been for my horse, Correze, falling. He hit the guard rail with great force and went clean through the fence. We naturally parted company, but I was not hurt. How many more lives a jockey may be expected to have than a man out of training 8 MEMOIRS OF tilti CLAUDE DE seemed to me admirably expressed by a doctor on a racecourse not long since. He had been attending a rider who had just had a nasty- looking spill. Said a spectator, " I suppose he will die ? " "Oh dear, no," was the reply ; " he's a jockey." My first steeplechase was the South of Ireland Military in the spring of 1867. I was serving at the time with my regiment, the 60th, which was quartered in the south of Ireland, and helping to suppress the Fenian outbreak. These steeplechases were organized by the 12th Lancers, then commanded by that famous old soldier Colonel Cakes, and a rather droll incident in connection with them is worth recalling. I was walking with one of the officers of the 12th shortly before the day of the steeplechasing, when a man came up and thanked us for the pleasure which he had derived from seeing the horses run. " A capital day's sport," was his verdict. My companion was mystified. The steeplechasing, he objected, had not yet taken place. It then transpired that the regimental grooms and servants had taken all the horses of the 12th out on the preceding day, and tried them over the course at the distances they would have to run, and at the weights they would have to MY FIIitiT STEEPLECHASE 9 cany a bit of. enterprise which has probably never been eclipsed by those who lay themselves out to make money by backing horses. I don't know whether the book-makers got wind of this extraordinary proceeding ; if they didn't, it is at least conceivable that they had rather a bad time when the actual steeplechasing came off ! The race, however, in which I had a mount, and enjoyed my first triumph, could not have been gauged by the regimental grooms as nicely as one or two of the others. My mount Maid of the Mist was not available for these trials, as I was looking after her myself. Maid of the Mist, so called because she was one of three up in a celebrated run in Leicestershire on a misty day, belonged to Major Watts Kussell. I was my own trainer, as I have often been since, and the night before the race went carefully over the course. To neglect this precaution is to show oneself deficient in the A B C of riding, whether on the flat or across country. George Fordham used to attach the greatest importance to it, and so do many other leading jockeys of the present time. It is scarcely too much to say, that a rider who thoroughly knows his course enjoys as great an advantage over those who are ignorant of it, as does a billiard-player who 10 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE 1)E CRESPIGNY knows the table when pitted against one who has never played a hundred up on it before. A jockey should endeavour to sound his course, and find out its strong and weak spots, as a careful batsman or bowler does his pitch. In some of the rougher and more rotten courses I have spent many an hour in searching for a sheep-track, and where the search has been successful, have been materially assisted by sticking to it as much as possible during the race. " A Mad Eider " is the title with which I have been honoured many and many a time. Possibly, if the title be deserved, in this habit of carefully examining my ground lies the method of my madness. It may be added, that in flat racing also it is desirable to avoid rotten places, and this can only be done by examining the course very carefully before the race. Maid of the Mist started about a hundred to one against, so that my first mount was a decidedly "dark horse." It was not thought that she would negotiate the stone walls, to which she was strange, and moreover, there was no particular reason to feel great confidence in her rider. But I knew my ground and my mount, and so started with high hopes. My / BEAT 'BAY 3 MIDDLE TON 11 most dangerous opponent was none other than " Bay " Middleton, whose death a few years back was the cause of such sincere regret to a wide circle of friends and admirers. " Bay " made a fatal mistake in the race, which I, pointed out to him afterwards. He took it out of his horse over a bit of nasty boggy ground. Noting this, I let him forge twenty or perhaps thirty lengths ahead till the swamp was passed : then overtook him, and won by a length. Very few people can say that they ever beat " Bay " Middleton through any blunder of his in horse- manship. As all the world knows, he was one of the most accomplished horsemen of his day, specially excelling perhaps in the hunting-field. " Bay " was a man who rarely threw away a race through carelessness. I recollect an amus- ing " squeak " which occurred early in his racing career, and which may have proved of after service to him. He was riding on a course near Macroom, when everything connected with steeplechasing was of course much, more roughly done than now-a-days. The carriage from which we were watching the race was drawn up by a post some little distance from the judge's box, and when " Bay " passed us, being then about three-quarters of a length to 12 MEMOIRS OF MR CLAUDE I)E CRESPIGNY the good, lie stopped riding, and Jack Gubbins went on persevering to the winning-post a few lengths further on, but couldn't quite get up. I yelled out to "Bay" to go on, but even as a cornet his hearing was not over-good, and I might as well have shouted to his brow- band. After he had weighed in, and the "All right ! " announced, I got him by the arm and said, " Old man, you drew that a bit fine ! " " Not a bit of it," replied he ; " why it must have been a good three-quarter length." "Where did you finish?" I queried. "Why there, of course," he answered, pointing to where he had stopped riding. " I know you did, but do you see what it is?" "Oh, by Jove!" he cried out, amazed ; " why, it's a telegraph post ! " " Bay " had one serious fault as a rider. He almost invariably spurred his horse in the shoulder, being apparently unable to sit his horse without turning his toes out. He ought not to have had any rowels. Many people must have noticed the condition of some of his mounts after a hard race or run, and indeed a friend once remarked to me of a horse that had been spurred in this manner by some rider or other, that it looked as if it had been ridden 1>y "Bay" Micldlcton. DEATH OF WATTS BUSSELL 13 Watts Russell --sold Maid of the Mist after this win for double the sum he had paid for her not long before the race. He himself lost his life some years afterwards in a race at Cawn- pore, in which a horse of mine named Rpckwood won. The South of Ireland Military is the only steeplechase in which I have .ever ridden in the distressful country. The fact was, .we were in the midst of the Fenian rebellion, and had therefore little time for .sport. I left for India moreover shortly afterwards with my regiment. Cawnpore was a fatal spot for poor Watts Russell. On one occasion he fell in a steeple- chase there, and had concussion of the brain, which compelled him to come home to England on sick leave. Then on another occasion he dislocated his knee-cap after he had returned thither from England. Finally, riding far sooner than he ought to have done after this accident, he met his death on the same course. His horse went sideways, he had no strength to keep it straight, lost all control, and came by his end. I am not particularly superstitious, but an extraordinary fatality does seem to pursue some people in connection with certain places and times. I have referred to Colonel Oakes as the 14 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY famous soldier who commanded in those days the 12th. He made it the smartest of cavalry regiments, though, curiously enough, he himself was the shabbiest and most slouching of officers. There never was a tougher old soldier than Oakes, and in my opinion he was far and away, Baker perhaps excepted, the best cavalry officer of his day ; in fact one is sometimes inclined to think that he and Baker have never been equalled. On one occasion Oakes incurred the momentary displeasure of an illustrious Duke, who called him a fool (with an epithet before it) on parade. Afterwards the Duke generously withdrew the words. " Oh," replied Oakes, "I don't mind, sir, your calling me a d d fool ; only I don't like being called a d d fool before all those other d d fools," pointing to the Staff, At another time the same soldier, coming to see the 12th Lancers at their dinners, found them, to his great surprise, in their shirt-sleeves. He asked for an explanation, and Oakes replied, "You didn't suppose, sir, I was going to tell my men you were coming down to-day ! If I had they would have been in a shilly-shallying funk, and would have devoted their time to their accoutrements instead of their horses. Now, sir, you see us as we are every day of our lives." A TOUGH OLD SOLDIER 15 The Fenians were for the most part cowardly brutes. A favourite Fenian method of attack and defence was to put the women in front and then fling stones at the military over their heads. But they were not a great deal more cowardly than some of the magistrates before whom they were dragged, often enough red- handed. The latter were afraid to do any- thing in cases where the guilt of the rebels was perfectly manifest. In one instance at Macroom several Fenians came out of court smil- ing triumphantly over their acquittal. Oakes quite by himself waited outside. The escape of these rebels would have exasperated him at any time, but their insolent mien was alto- gether too much for the old soldier. So he assisted each of them, as he issued from the court, with a good kick, growling out, " There's something for you to remember old Oakes by ! " Oakes was a rare campaigner: no sybarite he. Once he growled out in reply to the question, "Have you breakfasted?" "Yes, I've had my three pipes of shag ; that's my breakfast to-day." It was smoking, I have heard, that had much to do with his fatal illness. As may be imagined, my short but sweet 16 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY experience in Ireland greatly whetted my appetite for steeplechasing, and upon arrival in India I soon settled down to ride in earnest. Unfortunately that " eternal want of pence," which, according to the poet, " vexes public men," militated a good deal against me, as I had at the time little more than my bare pay as an ensign in the Eifles. Yet I managed by hook or by crook to get a good many mounts, and to win a fair number of races. I never picked and chose, but rode any mortal thing that came to hand, and this rule I have followed ever since. It is hard to revert to my steeplechasing experiences in India without gleefully calling to mind two humorous incidents which can scarcely fail to appeal to people who attend race-meetings regularly in England, where all the proceedings are transacted in such a dignified and highly respectable manner. The judges had not in those days in India the nice appliances which, even in the case of a very close finish, make decisions comparatively simple in this country. As a consequence, Eastern racing verdicts used to be at times -well, rather unreliable. Moreover, the judges themselves were not up to our standard at home, being RACING IN THE EAST 17 often selected frotu purely social considerations. It occasionally happened that the judge would form his decision on the advice of outsiders, or even on some faint popular demonstration. Kacing one afternoon at Lucknow in 1869, in a very bad light, I agreed with my op- ponent to have a little fun at the expense of the judge. I won the race by half a length, but on retiring to weigh in addressed my opponent as the winner, which so embarrassed the judge that he ordered the race to be run off next day. This was done, and I again won. Imagine such a thing occurring in this country ! There was another occasion at Cawnpore, when the judge was obviously on the point of giving a wrong verdict. Fortunately a friend of the real winner was standing hard by. Quick as thought he realized the position, and shouted out the right name in congratulatory tones. The judge, who had been somewhat confused by conversation with a spectator just as the horses were coming in, heard these words of congratulation, and promptly altered his opinion and decision. Nobody was more puzzled than the winner myself when my 'cute friend came up and said, " / won that race for you, old man ! " 18 MEMOIRS Of 1 SIE CLAUDE DE CREtiPIGNY In India almost anything was deemed good enough for steeplechasing. How the critical crowd at Sandown or Kemptoii would shake with laughter could they only see a dozen horses, such as we had often to ride in India, turn out on either of these courses. There were five breeds first the country -bred, secondly the Arab, thirdly the " Walers," fourthly the Cape horses, and fifthly the English-bred. The last-named were few and far between. They were mostly brought over by a few wealthy civilians who were keen on sport. Naturally in handicaps, and weight for age and class races, there was often a great diversity in the weights. The English horses, though they did not as a rule stand the heat so well as any of the other breeds, were when "fit" facile princeps, and it was therefore quite common to find them conceding not pounds, but stones to the Arabs and natives. The " Walers " so called because they came from New South Wales were on the whole the most useful horses for Indian steeplechasing. They stood the climate capitally. I left for India in the autumn of 1867 and returned in the spring of 1870, so that in all though I commenced riding directly I arrived there, and did not draw rein till it was time to I WIN THE CAWNPORE STEEPLECHASE 19 come back I had only about two seasons of steeplechasing and flat racing. The biggest thing I rode in and won was the Cawnpore Steeplechase on February 27, 1869. It could have been fairly described in those days as the Liverpool of India. The course was a four-mile one, and the jumps on the whole about as stiff as they make them in any part of the world ; there were no regulation fences or ditches then, and we should as soon have looked for a nicely levelled take-off as for a straw-covered course. To win me this race I bought a mare called Baby Blake for a mere bagatelle. Baby Blake was a superb jumper when she did jump, but she usually fell some time in a race. Indeed so invariable was this habit of Baby Blake's, that even money was laid that she would fall. Her temper was so uncertain, that rumour had it she must always be trained by moonlight. How- ever, I did not take much note of these tales against my purchase, but trained her myself in broad daylight, cantering for miles in the jungle. She started, despite her well-known jumping powers, an outsider. I secured the mare, by the way, by the merest chance, and indeed went to Cawnpore with the idea of riding another horse. 20 MEMOIRS OF ME CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY It turned out a regular brute, with an action like a dromedary's, and fortunately went lame in its trial. I was then offered Baby Blake. Amongst many Indian experiences, which, alas ! have so long since become " portions and parcels of the dreadful past," recalled not without a wrestle with the memory, this Cawnpore race stands out clear. I can remember with ease every incident of the race. The third fence, composed of a couple of high mud walls as hard as rocks, and in and out of a road, was the stiffest in the course. The whole field with one exception refused. Baby Blake alone cleared the fence, and that gave me a commanding lead which I never lost. She won by half a length, thanks in no small degree to a gallant sowar, who prevented me just in time from getting off the course. In this steeplechase I was fortunate enough to beat several of the best jockeys of the day in India, including a professional rider, who came in second on Happy Boy, and had been backed for a good deal of money. By a curious chance odds of 100 to 1 were offered against Baby Blake during the race, as they were against Maid of the Mist in the South of Ireland Military before the race. It fell about in this way. One of the jockeys my 1 BABY BLAKE' 21 friend St. Quentin was wearing colours very similar to mine. At the second fence his horse fell ; whereupon there were bets freely offered of 100 to 1 against Baby Blake. One astute party, by the aid of a particularly good pair of field-glasses, perceived the error which the layers of odds had fallen into. He instantly snapped up the long odds, and made a small fortune out of my win. The mare, though a very excitable one, was a beautiful fencer when she chose. Whilst I had her, and before I had her, she never lost a race when she did not fall. I recollect once making a " double " like that at Punchestown. She simply flew it. The last I heard of Baby Blake was just before embarking at Bombay for England. She had then very recently won the Lucknow Steeplechase. A few days after the race at Cawnpore there was a big event at Meerut, and Baby Blake would have probably won that as well had it not been for her queer temper. No one had ever got a spear off her back, and as this was a sine qua non in the race in question, she could not qualify for it. As I have already said, I missed no opportunity of riding in India. The majority of the horses I rode, both steeplechasing 22 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY and on the flat, belonged to friends. Flat racing has never been exactly my metier, and, frankly, I consider it a much tamer sport on the whole than steeplechasing. At the same time I have now and then ridden on the flat in England, and frequently did so in India. One of the best horses I owned in India was Rock wood, which I bought from Colonel Robartes. Rockwood was certainly very speedy, far above the Indian average. The most sensational race I have ever won in my opinion, either at home or abroad, was on Rockwood, the occasion being the First Class Handicap at Lucknow in 1869, the queer end- ing of which has been referred to. I trained Rockwood, who was, like Baby Blake, a on record took place at that meeting. In one race there were three horses running in the same interest. Now the order had undoubtedly been given to win with one of these horses, and that probably not the favourite. But the horse kept on refusing, and the jockeys on the other two horses didn't know what to do. They dared not come on, and so commenced falling all over the place in a pretty palpable manner. At this point a well-known dresser, who only died very recently, was observed by those who noticed what was proceeding, to go down and give them the requisite directions. When he came back he very properly got his head punched for his trouble, though that no doubt he or at any rate his gang of rascally associates regarded as a detail. Lord Petre was greatly shocked at these scandalous proceedings, so much so that he actually took the extreme course of abolishing the meeting. 42 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY This is one of the worst instances of swindling which has ever come under my notice through- out my racing and chasing career. Probably I have ridden at a good many meetings where foul play has been manifest to many experienced observers ; but the seamy side of horse-racing is always more likely to present itself to persons who have considerable financial interests at stake than to those who ride from sheer love of the sport. I have' never made it my business to look very closely into these matters, except of course when they have obviously affected my chances of winning, because I have never gambled to any extent on horses. We most of us have an occasional side bet of a sovereign or two on an event which interests us. Even Lord Falmouth himself is recorded to have backed one of his horses on a certain occasion to win him a small silver coin, and I will frankly confess that when I have believed myself to be the possessor of a really good bit of information, I have frequently had a trifle on. But that is all. It is my belief that betting regularly on horse-racing, whether on the course or over the tape, is a very poor game except to the very few who give up all their time and energy to it, and can reckon on really BETTING 43 information. 1 Even then a man finds it passing difficult to reckon on making a sure income every year, as the bookmakers now lay far shorter odds than formerly. Eogues there doubtless are, and to spare, connected with horse-racing. It is inevitable that a sport, so indissolubly connected with gambling, should draw round itself a large crowd of blacklegs and pilferers. Indeed it is perfectly safe to lay it down as a hard and fast rule that no sport or game in which betting is a feature can remain utterly incorruptible. Idle is it, therefore, to attempt to whitewash the dark side of horse-racing. I was reading only the other day, in the Pall Mall Gazette, the letter of " a regular race-goer," who takes up the cudgels - on behalf of his favourite sport. Some of his arguments are ingenious, but unsound. He asserts that there are probably not a dozen owners now running race- horses in England who would order them top be " pulled." This may be so, though scarcely owing to the reason given, namely, that such a "pulling" order would place the owner and trainer for ever after in the power of the 1 And even the "very few" generally end by getting < '-broke/ ' B. 44 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY jockey ; a jockey's word is not better than that of an owner or a trainer; and besides, if the jockey obeyed, he would in his own interests keep his mouth closed. There are other ways of preventing a horse from winning a race besides that of "pulling." A horse can be " stuffed " before the race ; that is probably a much safer, and an equally sure, method of accomplishing the sinister design. I recollect once a well-known cross-country jockey imme- diately after dismounting in a race, give the owner the last thing in the world he expected or bargained for. "You villain!" said he; "you 'stuffed' that horse. Never you ask me to ride for you again ! " si sic omnes ! " Good things " in racing and betting often tarn out to be the worst things. Once I prided myself on having made what I regarded as a really nice little wager with the Duke of Hamilton. We were discussing the weights horses had carried in the Grand National, and referring to Cortolvin, which had no less than 11 st. 13 Ibs. on his back, the heaviest impost ever carried to victory at Liverpool, excepting that of Cloister, I mentioned the horse as winning in '66. The Duke said no, he won in '67. WAGEE WITH DUKE OF HAMILTON 45 I was perfectly, certain that '66 was the year, and the Duke equally so that '67 was correct. He was so certain that he offered to bet 100 to 1, and I said, "Well, I must take that, Duke." So 100 to 1 in sovereigns was laid twice and taken. We referred to the Turf Guide, and found that '67 was the year. The weights used to come out much earlier in those times, and the betting also commenced earlier in con- sequence, and this it evidently was that had deceived me. The Duke of Hamilton was a very difficult man to catch tripping in a matter of this kind. Of course it is a fact that a backer who keeps his eyes open and watches his chances carefully, may sometimes get the better of the book- makers. A remarkable instance of this was given me by Lord . He had backed Blue Gown to win him a substantial sum in the Champagne Stakes. Blue Gown won, but was disqualified. Wells was a carelessly inclined jockey, and in this case would not take the trouble to waste. As a result he scaled over- weight, and a pile of money on Blue Gown was lost by backers. My friend had arranged to put his Blue Gown winnings counting his chickens, after the manner of many backers, 46 MEMOIMS OF UIR CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY before they were hatched on Achievement for the Leger. Unfortunately he had none to put, otherwise he would have been something like ten thousand pounds in pocket. Deter- mined to make up for his Blue Gown disap- pointment, if possible, he went to two or three hole-in-the-corner meetings in Scotland, whither he knew several of the big book-makers were pursuing that plunger of plungers, Lord Hastings. It was a case of the pursuers pur- sued ! He having good information at his disposal won no less than six thousand pounds at these pottering little Scotch meetings. I would not have any one suppose from these views, expressed perhaps with " brutal frank- ness," that I am joining in the hue-and-cry of the hysterical folk who regard horse-racing as the most iniquitous of sports, and support the ridiculous movement of the Anti-gambling League. On the contrary, I lost no time in setting down my name for what it was worth on the list of the Association which very pro- perly commenced what amounted to a counter campaign. In the first place, the attempt to stop people from betting by such means as the Anti-gambling League are adopting notably their wild attack on the Jockey Club is, I THE ANTI-GAMBLING LEAGUE 47 believe, utterly fatuous ; and, in the second place, the movement is in reality a thinly veiled one, not only against gambling, but also against the national sport of horse-racing into the bargain. It is a monstrous thing to try and discredit and injure this our noblest and most national sport, simply because it has the misfortune to be used as the means of gambling by those who are more interested in the odds than the horses or the horsemanship. Fortunately the sporting instinct seems to-day stronger than ever amongst all classes, and the tide is not likely to be stemmed by a few faddists whose programme is to carry the war into the camp of no less a force than human nature itself, by the aid of grandmotherly legislation and frivolous actions against a body of gentlemen who represent the best traditions of the turf, and do not a little to make horse-racing a pure and honourable pursuit. Childerditch was the only English meeting in which I rode in the spring of 1870. The season was indeed then practically over, nor had I many opportunities of racing or chasing for some time to come. The summer and autumn of that year were whiled away for the most part in small and miscellaneous sport and pastime. 48 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY It was in the summer of 1870 that wars and rumours of wars eventually took shape and form in the declaration of hostilities between France and Germany on July 19, 1870. This occurred to me as a capital opportunity to see a little service abroad, and I crossed the Channel with the object of getting, if it were possible, to the front. Arrived at Amiens via Ostend and Brussels, I found a fair going on, and mixed freely amongst the crowd. Something in my personal appear- ance, or in the faultiness of my accent, I suppose, conveyed the impression that I was a German spy. A mob of angry Frenchmen soon began to gather round, and being quite alone and defenceless save for my fists, it occurred to me that for once in a way a retreat would be discreet. Therefore I retired leisurely to my hotel, followed by the suspicious mob. The Commissaire of Police was sent for, but after talking with me and seeing my passport, he expressed himself as quite satisfied that my business was a legitimate one. He recom- mended me, however, to get out of Amiens as speedily as possible. I hired a conveyance and left the town with all despatch at midnight. My driver knew the ropes well, and managed AT CHANTILLY 49 most skilfully to get me past all the francs tireurs. Eventually, though not without some ugly-looking hitches, Claremont was reached. Subsequently I walked on to Chantilly, and here I was hospitably received by Colonel McCall, the factor of the Due d'Aumale. I offered to join the Saxon Uhlans, but they were not in need of any fresh men, and accordingly I had to cast about for some other way of seeing a little active service, and of getting to the front. A young Prussian Lieutenant in the Garde Cuirassiers, named Schwartz, gave me the opening. Whilst waiting for the bombardment of Paris, he and other officers had been enjoying a little sport in the way of steeplechasing at Chantilly, and this was how I came to know the young lieutenant. One day, when walking in the forest, I met Schwartz with several others in a waggon. He told me that they were going to the front, and asked would I join them. I did so forthwith. The Saxon Uhlans were a splendid body of cavalry, and more active than the Cuirassiers, owing to the fact that they carried far less weight. They inspired many of the French troops with a very wholesome dread. At least one-third of the cuirasses were struck in the 50 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY course of the war. At about 300 yards the bullets of the French rifles would penetrate their breast-plates, which however were effective against fire at 350 yards and greater distances. At Chantilly I had left my kit at Colonel McCall's. It was sent for after I had gone to the front with Schwartz, and after passing through a great number of hands came back to me intact. To show how remarkable was the organization in the Prussian Army at this time, I may mention that even the cognac in my flask had not been touched. The most careful inventory had been kept of everything in the kit, down to a novel, the name of which had been copied out on the receipt form which was handed to me for signature. Very soon I was fortunate enough to get to St. Denis just outside Paris, and here in com- pany with Prince Wreda saw something in the nature of active service. At night-time both sides would often send out advance guards, so that the combatants tended to get closer and closer to each other. We were within a hundred and fifty yards or so of the French lines on at least one occasion. In the morning these advance guards would retire. I usually too joined one of the parties that BALLOON HUNTING 51 were sent out after the balloons which ascended from Paris in numbers for the purpose of dis- seminating false information about the state of things prevailing in the front. These balloons were of a small size, and as they travelled at no great height, we were sometimes able to riddle them with bullets. We used to fire at them with the French chassepot rifles which had been taken in action or else flung away by fugitives. The chassepot was a better weapon than the Prussian needle-gun. It was perhaps this balloon hunting which first sowed in me an ineradicable passion for aeronautics. Though I had some good fun with the Prussians, and was hospitably entertained, I scarcely liked to overstay my welcome, especially as there was very little food for very many mouths. So back I started to Chantilly, and after again receiving hospitality from McCall, went on to Amiens. I travelled a great deal on foot, and was in all arrested three times. When at length I reached Amiens, I found myself once more in hot water amongst the townsfolk. I was suspected, arrested as a spy, and taken before the head of the police not my friend of a prior occasion. My position looked a very nasty one indeed, followed as I 52 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY was by an angry and threatening mob of French- men. But again I was treated with much consideration. It happened that I had with me first, the accounts of the Due d'Aumale's estate which Colonel McCall had entrusted to my hands, asking me to carry them back to England and deposit them in safe keeping there ; and secondly, a number of cartoons which severely caricatured various things and people French. The first packet aroused the suspicions of the people who arrested me, the second their fury. But the head of the Amiens police having glanced at the seal of the Due d'Aumale on my first packet, and learnt my name and nationality, courteously sent me on my way rejoicing. Shortly afterwards I was crossing the Channel. The accounts of the Chantilly estates I sent upon reaching England to Coutts', where they were safely lodged. Though I am bound to say that I found the Prussian soldiers most kind and obliging, it seems that some of them acted with marked meanness towards Colonel McCall, who had shown them every hospitality at the chateau. Despite the fact that he had invited some of the officers to dinner, and stood them the best wine in his cellar, they sent him an imperious COLONEL McCALL 53 message on the following day to the effect that they required at once, I think something like a hundred dozen bottles of champagne. Eather scurvy treatment this after the hospitality they had received. McCall replied that he had not so much in his private cellar. The Duke of Hamilton had a racing stud at Chantilly at the time hostilities commenced between France and Germany. His horses were sent back to England in the midst of the war, but not, I was told, before one or two attempts had been made to seize them for military purposes. I am not sure both the French and Germans did not meditate annexing the stud. Some German soldiers, at any rate, actually made a raid on the stables, and as luck would have it first entered into the stall of an old horse called the Czar. He was a regular Tartar, and savagely went for the intruders, who promptly showed the white feather. They probably adjudged after this that the stud was one to be avoided, and made no further attempt to annex it for their own purposes. The Duke of Hamilton, by the way, was, though a thorough Englishman, related rather closely to most influential personages on both sides in this Franco-Prussian War. He was 54 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY nephew of the Grand Duke of Baden, and cousin of the Emperor of the French. Hence he was called the "International Duke." Under the circumstances, it was rather too bad of the combatants trying to seize his racing stud. The Duke was known amongst his friends as a capital all-round sportsman. With the gloves he used to be a pretty hard hitter a few years ago. Once he was sparring with a mutual friend W . W tapped the Duke several times in a very short space of time, and a professional who was witnessing the bout criticized the latter's method of defence. " Put on the gloves yourself then and try him," was the retort. The professional did, and was speedily floored no less than three times by the amateur, who was undoubtedly a very clever boxer. Chantilly was the scene of the Duke's famous match in the Sixties with Baron Malortie. This match was to ride from Paris to Chantilly and back. The Duke just outside Chantilly gal- loped clean into a heavily-laden market cart, and fairly spread-eagled its contents ; so he never got over the second half of the course at all. Malortie was a duellist of renown in those days. MALORTIES DUEL 55 Baron Malortie, Bismarck's nephew, whom I used at one time to see a good deal of, had been engaged in many affairs of honour. Several of his duels have become famous. Once when the ground had been paced, and it only remained to give the word to fire, a sergeant sprung out of the bushes hard by, and ordered the combat- ants to lower their pistols. Malortie recognized in the unwelcome intruder a comrade who had fought with him all through the Mexican War. He reproached him bitterly for the interference. The sergeant was touched by Malor tie's reproach, and expressed his regret that the combatants had not chosen their ground on the other side of the road, for if the duel had only taken place there he would not have felt it necessary to interfere, as it would have been beyond his limits. Next morning the duellists met again, and fought out their quarrel uninterrupted. Malortie fired too hastily, missed his aim, and was thus placed at the mercy of his antagonist. He crossed his arms, exclaiming that he would be shot like a man and not like a dog. He was hurt, but not mortally wounded. Lying on the ground, Malortie was too proud to allow his foe to see how badly he was hurt, and so requested his second to give him a cigar. Malortie was 56 MEMOIRS OF Sin CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY constantly engaged at one period of his life in fighting men who abused his beloved Hanover. The Baron was a pleasant raconteur in matters other than duelling. He would tell how, when on the Staff of Maximilian's General, and dining a party of four, the Emperor, the General, and their two aides-de-camp, he had the honour to give the former a glass of par- ticularly good Madeira. The Emperor had expressed a desire for some Madeira, and the General reminded Malortie of a very fine sample which he possessed. The wine was produced, and Maximilian praised it greatly. He naturally asked where it came from. With a respect- ful request that the information might not go any further, Malortie informed the astonished Emperor that it came from his own caterer. The ducal stud at Chantilly was under the well-known trainer, Mr. Planner. I met him there for the first time, and had some interesting conversation with him concerning matters equine. The next time we met was under very different circumstances, on Lambourne Downs, when I was tramping through peaceful England from Oxford to Southampton. The few years following my dash into the midst of the Franco-Prussian War offered CANOEING 57 comparatively few opportunites for sport and adventure. My riding was chiefly confined to the hunting field, though I occasionally turned up where practicable at a cross-country meeting, and put in from time to time a good deal of miscellaneous sport of lesser kinds. In the summer of 1871, for instance, I did much canoeing, chiefly in the Thames and its tribu- taries. I had acquired a little knowledge and taste for this pleasant form of aquatics in Nova Scotia, where I was stationed for some time when a lad, and serving in the Eoyal Navy, and accordingly, in lieu of more stirring forms of amusement and exercise, took to it again during that summer. Frequently I used to go well out to sea in my Rob Roy or single-sculling boat, and spend nearly the whole day on the water. There are adventures to be got even out of what seems rather a tame kind of amusement to many who prefer sterner modes of sport. I recollect one aquatic adventure in particular. I was out between Ryde and Southsea one evening when a blinding mist came on, and soon completely hid the dim outline of the land. There chanced to be a wind blowing, which I knew would take me right into Southsea. Eventually I reached the shore, which I subsequently hugged, about half- 58 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE ORESPIGNY a-mile to the west of the Gilkicker Fort. The mist was as impenetrable to the eye as a dense London fog. About this period of my life I was compelled to spend a good deal of time in London, being engaged in legal proceedings. People outside my immediate circle of friends and relatives can scarcely be expected to take much .interest in a matter of purely private import like this, and I should not mention the matter were it not for the fact that the press has at various times commented on the legal results of a particularly cruel Will, which has hampered me throughout my life, and brought me into contact with the cumbrous and costly machinery of the English law. The law is one of the few things which, I have now come to the conclusion, it behoves every sensible man to flee from. But no man can tamely submit to great injustices. Exercise is as daily bread to me, so that a little London life goes a long way. But besides walking, I sometimes found in London a form of exercise which entailed a vigorous use of the arms. About three- or four-and-twenty years ago it was a quite common thing to meet at night time a band of half-a-dozen or more young men probably for the most part they were com- .1 HOW ON HUNGERFORD BRIDGE 59 posed of shop assistants walking the streets with linked arms, with the object of driving unoffending foot passengers off the pavement. They marched along in much the same way as the undergrads at Oxford used to do in days of town and gown rows. Once crossing Hungerford Bridge with a companion I was confronted with such a body of amateur bullies, and naturally made up my mind to go through them. This was done. Several of the young heroes then turned round and threatened to give us a hiding. As it turned out, instead of receiving hidings we gave some ourselves, and there were soon several black eyes and bruised faces at the south side of Hungerford Bridge. Before long a policeman appeared on the scene, and one of the injured innocents at once proposed to give us in charge for assault. Several others were ready to follow suit, and with so many witnesses arrayed against us, the prospect was distinctly ominous, especially as we had not a scratch and several of our aggressors were knocked about. Besides, we had to outward appearance first commenced undeni- able hostilities by breaking through their line. Under the circumstances we compromised, and agreed to pay 50 to one of our opponents who had come very badly out of the fray. In 60 MEMOIRS Off SIR CLAUDS DE CEESP1GNY an age of chantage, this is the only instance I can recollect of having yielded to a risky, and as a rule an ineffectual, method of extricating oneself from an awkward dilemma. On another occasion I was invited to square matters by " a trifle down," under very differ- ent circumstances. This was also in London, but at a much later date. It arose from an altercation with a hansom cab driver, who was incensed at my only paying him sixpence over his fare. He got off his box, and followed me into a confectioner's shop in Victoria Street. He would not accept, so he said, a farthing under two shillings, and in order to enforce his claim laid his hand upon my coat collar. I warned him once and w r arned him twice, that this would lead to complications, but being a big blustering bully, he persisted, and seemed ready to shake the extra sixpence out of me. I then freed myself, and my patience being quite exhausted, returned the assault with interest. He did not fall down, but spun half round. I failed to resist the temptation after this to thrust him out of the shop by means of my foot with just the amount of necessary force for such an operation. A con- stable appeared on the scene, and next day cabby and I met at the Westminster Police Court. It AN INDIGNANT CABBY 61 had occurred to me directly after the fracas in the confectioner's, that if I gave my full name the man might bring up relays of witnesses with the idea of getting a handsome sum of money out of me ; so I refrained from doing so. The prosecutor, with a black eye, saw me waiting outside the court, and offered to drop his case against me if I would pay for the damage I had done. " No," said I, "it is too late for that. If you had made that proposal yesterday I might have listened to it. Now we'll see it out." The man upon appearing before the magistrate proceeded to give a nicely prepared version of the affair. I had offered him a shilling, he had declined, and upon his dis- mounting I had offered him one-and-six with one hand and knocked him down with the other, all this taking place outside the confectioner's. Then I was called upon to give my version. I related the affair as it had occurred inside the shop. " You said it took place outside ? " remarked the magistrate to the plaintiff. " Oh yes," admitted he, " I forgot ; it was inside." " The case is dismissed," said Mr. D'Eyncourt curtly, which was blow number three for cabby. This incident reminds me of an escapade which happened in what may be called my 62 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY salad days about which I have been writ- ing assuming that I ever really had any. Supping, or rather preparing to sup, one night at a West End restaurant with a friend, there was set down before me a lobster in almost a state of putrefaction. The waiter after serving up this horrible dish whisked out of the room. I went down and remonstrated with him. He deemed my manner, I suppose, very threatening, and accordingly dashed a pepper-pot which he held in his hand full at me ; the top came off, and the contents covered my clothes, fortunately not getting into my eyes. I proceeded to chas- tise him, and had to answer next day to a charge of assault at Marlborough Street Police Station before, so far as I recollect, Mr. Knox. I had no witness on my behalf, as my friend had not actually seen the affair take place, and it seemed likely that I should get the worst of the case. But the careful suppression on the part of the waiter of the facts about the pepper-pot, which came out when my friend was sworn and referred to my condition after the affair, was noted by the watchful magistrate. He reminded the prosecutor that he had not mentioned this incident, which put a different aspect on affairs, and in the end I had to THE WAITER AND HIS PEPPER-POT 63 submit to a small fine. For long afterwards friends were fond of exclaiming when they met me what a strong smell of pepper was about ! That lobster cost me rather over five pounds in all. The affair reminds me of a bill I saw with my own eyes at the Black Swan, York. It was made out to the late Lord Glasgow, a notoriously short-tempered man. The items of the bill were : Chop a shilling, champagne ten shillings, and for breaking waiter's arm five pounds. There is a much better-known story of Lord Glasgow and a ticket clerk at a railway station. 1 His lordship needed change, so handed a ten-pound note to the clerk, who told him that he must endorse it. He therefore wrote "Glasgow" on the back, which made the clerk say " I want your name and not where you are going to, silly mon /" The last two words were scarcely out of the clerk's mouth, before the irate peer had dashed his fist through the booking-office window, accompany- ing the blow with some forcible epithet. Writing of Lord Glasgow reminds me of a nice ruse which was once resorted to in order to prevent his exercising the right to blackball 1 A small station in Northumberland. A brother-in-law of mine was present and told me of it a few days after. B. 64 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY a candidate for membership at his club. The late Lord X being, like Glasgow, rather a peppery fellow, was not very acceptable amongst a certain circle of racing folk. His name was down for the Jockey Club, where two blackballs were sufficient to pill a candidate. Now it was well known amongst his Lordship's friends who were trying to secure his election that two members General Peel and Lord Glasgow had resolved to blackball him. Accordingly they had to devise a scheme to get these two out of the way. On the day of election both General Peel and Lord Glasgow were suddenly summoned away one of them, I fancy, so far as Newmarket on urgent business. The trick was done by two bogus telegrams and was completely successful. There was no opposition to Lord X , and he was elected. Probably the Prince of Wales is to this day utterly unconscious that he was within an ace of being killed, when, about the time of which I am writing, he came on board the Sultan to lunch, and to see afterwards the working of a new gun. With one or two other people I was standing by, a spectator of the incident. The Prince had been watching the working of the gun, and just as he turned round to ask some PRINCE OF WALES' NARROW ESCAPE 65 question of Captain Vansittart concerning the cost of each discharge, the windlass took charge, and the handle flying round with frightful velocity only just missed his Royal Highness's head. If he had been a foot nearer it is not conceivable that he could have escaped. He must have been killed on the spot. This took place in Portland Harbour. There was a very nasty sea on at the time ; but it did not deter the Prince from going the round of several other vessels lying near by. He was anxious not to hurt the feelings of the other officers, and so put himself to this considerable discomfort. Verily the lines of royalty are not always laid in pleasant places. I recollect meeting Lord Charles Beresford on this occasion on board the Sultan. When he saw me he cried out, what was I doing there ? He thought I had left the Navy for good. I told him I had joined the Sultan in the capacity of Chaplain and Naval Instructor. " Good Lord," exclaimed Charley, who is always ready with a reply, " why didn't you join as Ship's Cook ? You'd at any rate have got more to eat that way." Charley Beresford, though full of good nature, is bad to rub up the wrong way. Once he was iiG MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDB DE driving a drag with several ladies in it home from some races I forget where. Two or three offensive fellows in a dog-cart shot peas at the ladies. Charley bided his time. Presently it came. He managed very skilfully to lock the wheel of his coach in that of the dog-cart. Then, sublimely regardless of remonstrances, he bore doggedly to the right till the dog-cart was precipitated with its occupants into a deep ditch. Charley drove on as though nothing had happened. Beresford and myself, I may explain, had been fellow naval cadets a good few years before this incident. We were on the training ship Britannia together in the beginning of the Sixties. I cannot say that in those days our now perhaps foremost and certainly most widely popular sailor gave any clear indications of the greatness which he was to attain to by and by. But I do recollect that he was then, as always, a spirited and plucky fellow. Like Marcus, and myself too, I rather fancy he has been in well, in two or three " mills" since those days! I had not intended to give any account of sailoring days, as at that period I can hardly be said to have commenced my sporting career ; SAILO&ING DAYS 67 but there are a few incidents in connection with those times which may not be without interest to the rising generation of sailors. My first ship was the now obsolete W armor. I went on board her in 1862, when she made her first trip across the Bay of Biscay, and it is worthy of mention that she was the first ironclad that ever went to sea. Cochrane was the captain of the ship, and Try on, whose tragic but splendid end on the Victoria must long remain fresh in the public memory, the Commander. Even at that early period in his career Tryon was thought very highly of, and marked out for certain and speedy promotion. From the Warrior I was presently transferred to the Edgar, a two-decker, carrying the flag of Admiral Sir S. C. Dacres. We hung a while about the West Indies, then on to Halifax, j avoiding Bermuda as we had yellow fever on^ board. . Whilst cruising about the North American j station, our head-quarters being Halifax, we ^ saw a little, and heard more, of blockaders and blockade runners. There were some smart devices practised on more than one occasion by the runners in order to get their cargoes in. One of the cleverest tricks I can recollect took 68 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY place at Charlestown Harbour. A little runner wanted to unload the cargo, composed of quinine, etc., she had on board. To do this she would have to pass a line of watchful blockaders, an apparently impossible task. One of the blockaders on her starboard bow, sus- pecting mischief, showed a red light, and the runner at once popped a shot into the same. At the same time the blockader on her port bow showed a blue light. She treated that in the same style, and then steamed between the two blockaders, leaving them firing at one another. At another time a runner was desperately anxious to pass a blockader at, I think, Saint Thomas's. Now the blockader was not able to tackle the runner in the harbour, as it was under British protection ; but directly the runner moved the blockader would of course pursue, and presently attack her. The captain of the runner being in these difficult straits, asked the captain of one of our ships what he had better do to evade the blockader. The advice was to burn some damp hay which was on board the runner, and so pretend to be getting up steam for a start. This was done, and the blockader promptly began to burn coah Presently her WAR BETWEEN NORTH AND SOUTH 69 supplies ran short, and she had to send a boat ashore to get some more. Instantly the runner departed on her way, rejoicing at this com- pletely successful ruse. The blockader gave chase, but had to stop steaming before she was hull down. The Northerners were very eager to receive efficient seamen gunners, and not a little diffi- culty was experienced in keeping our men from deserting, as the pay and bonus offered were most tempting. A good many men did succeed in getting away and joining the American naval force. I allowed my men occasionally to go ashore, on the understanding that they would not over- stay the short time allowed them, and would refrain from taking a glass too much. Once one of them came back obviously the worse for drink. I pointed out that he would be the means of getting me into trouble. The other men were furious at his conduct, and asked to be allowed to settle with him themselves. I never inquired what course they took, but had a very shrewd suspicion that he got something like four dozen. In the early Seventies Mrs. Frederick Thistle- wayte was living in town, and often entertaining 70 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY illustrious visitors. I recollect not a few in- teresting conversations with prominent public men at the dinner-table. Mrs. Thistlewayte herself was a distinctly well-informed woman and a clever hostess. Lord Shaftesbury used often to visit her : no doubt she helped him materially in his many philanthropic schemes. A particularly fascinating woman too was Mrs. Thistlewayte, as may be gathered from the follow- ing perfectly true tale. Once Lord Shaftesbury called when a particularly well-known states- man was in the lady's drawing-room. She skil- fully managed to bring this statesman to his bended knees in an attitude of unspeakable devotion at the very moment when the door was opened and his lordship announced. A certain photograph of Bismarck and a renowned singer sent a scream of laughter through Europe, though it was speedily explained away. But conceive the sensation which this extraordinary incident would have caused had Lord Shaftes- bury babbled ! He kept his lips closed, how- ever, nor, to do her justice, did Mrs. Thistle- wayte proclaim her triumph from the house- tops. It will scarcely be denied that this tale may be fairly included in a book of sporting reminiscences, PRACTICAL JOKES 71 We were not above practical jokes in those days, and in the" sturm und drang of youth. The very friend who was so useful in my pepper- pot case strove to play me off at Evans's one night very neatly. A nice joke was to put the yolk of an egg in a friend's hat. I managed to get one in W 's hat all right at Evans's on this occasion, but he appears to have seen what was up and to have transferred it to mine. It was a gay party, and between us we made so much noise that old Paddy Green sent the chucker-out to quiet us. This fellow came at me ; I clapped my opera hat over his eyes, and to our delight the yolk trickled down his face. Finding that we were showing fight Paddy came up with plenty of " soft sawder," addressing us as " Dear Boys," and the affair passed off amicably. But for a baulked practical joke, commend me to one which was to have been played by three officers in the 4th Hussars, amongst whom was my friend Wilson T . The trio conceived the brilliant idea of posting down to the west of England, and visiting the house of a certain gentleman well disguised as bum-bailiffs. Their scheme need not have miscarried had it not been disclosed to a fourth party, who wired down, tg 72 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY the intended victim warning him that three notorious London cracksmen were shortly going to visit his house. The police were put on their guard, and directly the conspirators appeared they were "run in," despite all remonstrances and show of indignation. In durance vile too were they kept for several hours, until they were able to prove themselves three cavalry officers. The useful art of self-defence is one in which I tried to instruct myself early in life. Even the most peaceably inclined people admit that it is often a really desirable one ; and especially is this the case at times in the rough-and-tumble of the racecourse. Every man ought to have some idea of how to defend himself with his bare fists, and above all of how to defend ladies who may be in his company, and for whose safety he is therefore responsible. Unfortunately I was too young at the time to see the Sayers and Heenan fight, though I had a good description of it from a friend, who was only eleven years old at the time, but was lucky enough to be present. With an enterprise beyond his years he managed to smuggle himself into the vehicle in which his father drove from Aldershot to see the great fight, and, arrived at the scene of action, a kind word from SAYERS AND BEEN AN 73 a gentleman who admired his spirit got him in. The Savers and Heenan fight, so far as I know, is the only record of a man fighting with a broken arm. It can certainly be done with a broken finger. When I was cramming at Lendy's, I had a fight lasting for an hour and a half with a waterman. My second was General then Captain Sir Owen Lanyon, who was at that time cramming for the Staff College. After ten minutes or thereabouts my finger got broken, and for an hour and twenty minutes I had to fight on with this disablement. Odds of three and four to one on me were being offered when the police stopped the fight. A pro- fessional prize-fighter said to me afterwards, " When your finger was broken you ought to have hit him with the wrist end of the flat of your hand." At the time of this fight I was in. my teens. I am not conscious of having been the aggressor in many of the encounters in which it has been my lot to be a principal since then, though frequently enough the first actual blow has come from me ; but there is certainly no denying the fact that I have been in the wars a great number of times since that bout at Sunbury. In a number of instances hostilities have been 74 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY initiated by a heartily-expressed desire and intention on the part of various persons who have fancied themselves as fighters to give me a sound hiding ; and people who talk in this vein are often the easiest to subdue, as they are inclined as a rule to quite over- rate their own powers and under-rate their adversaries'. One of the soundest thrashings I ever recollect, administered by ordinarily a non-fighting man, was on Oare Hill, the scene in past years of a review of the troops. The pugilists were a burly tramp and St. M , a fellow Green Jacket of mine who now sports the Strawberry Leaves. The tramp was leathering his wife, and my friend bade him desist. Whereupon the man turned upon the intruder. St. M , who was a man of great stature and strength, pro- ceeded to administer the wife-beater a tre- mendous thrashing. St. M - was perhaps one of the biggest men in the Service in those days, and he had several tall brothers. 1 It used to be a common joke in the regiment to say " Here come thirty-one feet of St. M ." I suppose the strongest man in the army in recent times, 1 St. M was over six feet high. None of his brothers were ; they were all light meji, not over 5 ft. 10 in, B f FEATS OF STRENGTH 75 not even excluding two or three gigantic troopers who engaged in Homeric hand-to-hand conflicts at Balaclava and Inkerman, was the present Lord Methuen's father. At one time he could, it used to be said, hold out Sir Watkin Wynne, himself a heavy man, at arm's length like a dumb-bell. Lord Methuen, how- ever, seems to have tried this feat once too often. On a certain occasion he attempted to repeat it in barracks, and as a result the seats of three pairs of overalls went ! The peer had no doubt forgotten that he was getting an older man, and Sir Watkin Wynne a heavier one. Talking of this wonderful feat reminds me that I was one of the first, if not the first, Englishman to foretell Sandow's certain triumph over all other strong men, including Sampson, who was performing in England at the time, and had no serious rival. Sandow was per- forming when I first saw him at the Jardin Publique in Venice, and I at once declared that he must turn out really " the strongest man in the world." I take this opportunity of saying that all his public feats are unquestionably quite genuine, despite the doubt that is occasionally thrown on some of the more extraordinary weight-lifting performances. I have been on 76 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY the stage and in his private room to feel his muscles, thews, and sinews, and this ought to be enough to satisfy the most incredulous that his feats are one and all honestly performed. I was married in the autumn of 1872, and for a season or two my wife and I lived in the west of Ireland. On the Shannon there was some capital punt shooting. Wild fowl were numerous, and the shooting was particularly good, chiefly because there were only a very few guns at work. Since then I believe sport has much deteriorated, owing to the great increase in the number of sportsmen who repair thither every season. Though I have done a great deal of ordinary English covert shooting in my time, I have always preferred the mixed and rougher kind of sport one gets in wilder districts. The shooting in Ireland at this period was good all round, and I enjoyed some particularly good woodcock shooting at Lord Inchecjuin's fine place, Dromoland in County Clare. What the bags averaged I am scarcely prepared to say, not having made any notes about them at the time, but I don't think Bagot and myself did better in the course of a season's shooting in the Mediterranean, to which reference will be made later, SPORT IN IRELAND 77 In the winter of 1873-4, from our house in the wilds of Clare, we did a certain amount of fox-hunting. When the fox took to the hills one had often to get off one's horse and lead it, or hunt on foot a form of sport which little recommends itself to heavy weights. On one occasion when out with Reeves' hounds, I per- formed what the field was pleased to regard as a sensational exploit. In order to save the life of a deer, which was close upon its death struggle, I had to gallop across a narrow arched brick footway over a stream which separated us from the hounds. Nobody else could have followed, even had they meditated doing so, as my horse distributed the loose bricks right and left, and practically demolished a good portion of the footway. I was just in time to save the deer. The scene of the incident was close to New- market-on-Fergus. A feat in horsemanship such as this usually implies quite as much intelligence and skill in the animal as in the rider. It is extraordinary indeed what cleverness a good horse whose blood is up will display when he is called upon to make an awkward jump. Out one day with the East Essex, I rode my chestnut mare Cartridge- rather a famous animal in the 78 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY ' county at a stile on the other side of which was a narrow footbridge across the lock at Springfield. She took it without hesitation. There was a second stile a few yards on at the other end of the bridge ; two short strides brought her to this, and over she went like a bird. No one else except my son tried to follow me, and his pony refused. It was certainly an awkward thing getting over these two stiles on either side of the narrow lock footbridge. Most of us ride for a fall now and then. What on earth is the use of going out hunting if one is going to ride only at obstacles which one is certain to surmount ? Better to jog along the high road, or better still walk. The most tremendous leap I ever knew a I horse take was out with the Cheshire hounds at I Marbury in 1870. A fine mare I was riding i cleared a five-foot fence with a bound that ! covered over thirty-one feet. We measured it directly afterwards, and it was stated at the time to be the second best jump in point of length on record, the best being thirty-three feet. This latter jump, however, which was performed by Chandler at Warwick, is open to much doubt. After the horse had made it, his rider had to finish the race, weigh in, and dress REMARKABLE JUMPS 79 before taking any measurements. Meanwhile several spectators on horseback had ridden over the course. It is worthy of remark, that the best long jumps of horses are little better than those of men. Mr. Fry, the Oxford long jumper, would be a good match against some fair equine performers in the hunting field and racecourse. There is this difference of course that a horse usually takes off from comparatively rough ground, and moreover can clear height and length in the same jump. Good jumps are often achieved by horses over hurdles. Harold, for instance, schooling over low hurdles the other day at Epsom, cleared twenty-seven feet. Clean jumps of twenty -four and twenty- five feet are frequent. In the summer of 1876 I was again in Ireland, this time bent on soldiering as well as sport. I joined the Limerick Artillery Militia for its annual training, and managed whilst engaged in this occupation to be con- cerned in several aquatic adventures. On one occasion when my battery was practising at flags erected on floating wooden frames beyond Tarbet Lighthouse I paddled out in my canoe to secure a trophy in one of the flags which had been hit. When I arrived, however, at 80 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY the target I found that I could not get near enough to grasp the flag, the sea being far too rough. After several fruitless attempts I got out of my canoe, and swam up to the buoy. I then got the flag, but, turning towards the shore, found that the canoe had drifted away, and was quite out of reach. It looked as though I must abandon the flag, and get back to shore a beaten man. But being in good swimming form at the time I resolved to try and swim in, holding the flag and knife in my teeth. Eventually, after a hard struggle with the waves, I reached my canoe and got in again. Those on shore saw the empty canoe, and feared some disaster. So alarmed was Colonel Vereker that he started at a run down a steep incline in order to get a boat and a rescue party. He was a corpulent man, and having once started at this rate was quite unable to pull himself up, and ended at a tearing pace, which sent the whole company into explosions of laughter. Some averred that he was only stopped from going clean into the water through a collision with the lighthouse. On Nov. 15, 1876, in accordance with the instructions of the Duke of Cambridge, the bronze medal of the Royal Humane Society PRESENTATION OF A MEDAL 81 was presented to me at a full-dress parade of troops at Winchester. I cannot deny that the occasion was a proud and happy one to me, though of course I was well aware that I did nothing more than any man worthy the name would do when I went into the sea at Limerick after a drowning man. These things, in a slang phrase, are " all in the day's work : " only heartily I wish I had had more oppor- tunities of the kind, as my West Indian ex- periences have given me great confidence in the water. The facts in connection with this presentation were as follows: On July 17, 1876, I was in charge of the regimental bathing parade at Tarbet, where I was stationed with the Artillery Militia. Information was brought to me that a man was drowning, having been caught in an overmastering current by the lighthouse known by the name of Tarbet Kace. I repaired to the spot, and found that the man was the best part of a quarter of a mile from the shore and very much exhausted. My brother was making preparations to go to his rescue, but my position being more advantageous I was able to reach the poor chap first. He was then, though a fair swimmer, fairly beat. I 82 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY got him by the left upper arm, and sustained him till the lifeboat from the Coast-guard station came at last to the rescue. They had launched her so hurriedly that she got stove in, and when she reached us was full of water. The man behaved very well in the water, and obeyed my directions, which greatly facilitated the task of holding him up till the boat came. Thus the force of discipline evidenced itself in a very serviceable manner. At the Winchester presentation Colonel New- degate said some uncommonly pleasant things about personal bravery, and so forth, and there was a good deal of cheering. This was the more gratifying to me, in that it came from my old regiment the Kifles. The last opportunity I had of putting my swimming powers to practical service in saving life or in this case unfortunately in endeavour- ing to save it was when bathing near Maldon in the Blackwater. My attention Avas drawn to some cries for help on the south side of the river, and being in mid-stream I rowed across and dived in as near as I could ascertain to the spot where a boy had disappeared a few minutes before. The water was very thick and I could see nothing, so came up for breath, and then ATTEMPTED RESCUE 83 went under again. I repeated the operation several times, but in vain, and eventually left, feeling assured that life must be extinct. The body was recovered some little time after at low tide. At the inquest I felt it only right to talk very straight about the conduct of one or two people who were on the spot as the lad disappeared, and made no attempt to save him. The jury in returning a verdict of accidental death by drowning were good enough to declare formally that "credit was due to Sir Claude de Crespigny for his unflagging energy and promptitude in attempting to rescue the lad." When a lad of fifteen I had the good fortune to save a man's life at "The Hard" in Alresford parish. We had been sailing in the Colne, when I jumped overboard for the purpose of swimming ashore. My companion could not swim a stroke, but he followed me promptly, apparently quite unaware that he would find himself out of his depth. It was rather a difficult business to lug him ashore, but I eventually succeeded in doing so. A fisherman saw our critical position and tried to come to the rescue, but we were safe before he arrived. CHAPTER III A MEDLEY OF SPORT Fox-hunting with many packs Jack Fricker and George Carter Sporting parsons Fox-hunting incidents A dogged old customer " The Mate " He plays a little joke on me Whyte Melville A weird struggle Diana and the Cockney sportsmen Steeplechasing at Dawnsey Rough company at Stockbridge The Bibury Club The late Lord Portsmouth Sandown Park, and how started. WHEN not in Ireland with the Limerick Artillery Militia in 1876, I was for the most part hunting in the South of England. During this and the next few years I put in an enormous lot of riding to hounds. I hunted in 1876, 77, '78 and '79 with the following packs : Tedworth, Luttrell, South and West Wilts, Essex, Chiddingfold, Lord Leaconfield's, Lord Radnor's, New Forest, Lord Portman's, Vine, H. H. and Hursley, and also with two packs of stag-hounds, namely, the Devon and Somerset, and the New Forest. In addition I 84 FOX-HVNTING 85 was sometimes out with beagles and with Lord Pembroke's and Mr. Raikes's harriers. That keen sportsman, the Reverend W. Awdry of Ludgershall, kept a small pack of beagles during these years. I used to go out with them, and occasionally too with the Hawking Club at Everleigh. This meant hunting at times four, five, and even six days a week, and it entailed some very long rides to meets. There was a tradition popular amongst my friends that I once rode sixty-six miles to a meet. As a matter of fact, I rode down to the New Forest from my place in Wiltshire with the object of exercising my right of voting in the Verderers election, and by way of killing two birds at one throw put in a day's hunting. This, however, was quite eclipsed by a performance of Lord Queensberry's. After hunting all day with Lord Wemys's hounds he started off across the Cheviots for Kinmount on the Solway, a distance of one hundred and two miles, riding most of the way on the sorriest of posters, and finally, having arrived home at 2 a.m., hunted his hounds the same day. Head-quarters during the fox-hunting period were at Durrington in Wiltshire, and the Ted- worth was the pack most easily reached from 86 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY that point. The praises of this famous pack, hunted of old by the immortal sportsman Assheton Smith, have been sounded so often that they need scarcely be repeated here. It is impossible, however, to revert to those Durrington days without saying something of a few of the men who then formed the Ted worth Hunt. First and foremost to the mind of every one who regularly rode with the Tedworth in those times comes Jack Flicker. Old Jack was quite an ideal huntsman. I take it there was no man in England of that day who more thoroughly understood foxhounds than he. He could distinguish by tongue most of the hounds in the pack. Certainly he knew the tongue of any hound likely to be in the van. Jack lived and almost died in his breeches. He was very uncomfortable in any other attire, and equally out of his element on the very rare occasions when he was compelled to drive instead of ride. It is said, however, that he was surpassed in knowledge of hound life by his predecessor Carter, of whom Parson Gale gave one or two remark- able reminiscences in a little book he published some years since. " Sir Claude de Crespigny," he wrote, " had resided at Durrington Manor House for some few seasons, and whilst there AN IDEAL HUNTSMAN 87 had hunted regularly with the Tedworth hounds. Some time after he had left I received a letter from him, asking me if I could find out from old George Carter anything respecting a certain hound which was in the Duke of Grafton's pack at the time he was acting as his huntsman, and might possibly have come with him to Tedworth. Sir Claude was, I believe, tracing out some pedigrees ; at all events he wanted to know how the hound in question was bred. I took an early opportunity of mentioning this to my old friend, and he said at once " ' Eemember him ? of course I do. He were a very good hound, and came with me from the Duke of Grafton's to Mr. Smith's.' " ' Can you tell me, old friend,' I continued, ' how he was bred ? ' " ' Yes,' replied the huntsman, * he was by out of ' (I cannot myself remember the names of his father and mother) ; and calling to his daughter, he told her to look into his bureau where he kept his old papers, etc., and see if she could find the hound list of the Grafton of such and such a year. The girl looked for the list and found it, and sure enough the pedigree old Carter had given was perfectly accurate." 88 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY But an even more remarkable instance of Carter's knowledge of hound life is supplied by the following. Parson Gale was looking after a hound named Matchless which very often would run down to the old huntsman's cottage. On one occasion a hound came into the garden and commenced baying under the window of the bedroom in which Carter was lying shortly before his death. He bade his daughter herself " a rare good girl for a hound "- to go see what hound it was baying. She looked out of the window, and then said, " Oh, 'tis Matchless, father, Mr. Gale's puppy." " I tell you 'tis a dog hound," rejoined the old fellow, "for I know the note." He was as usual in such matters correct. It was a brother of Matchless, called Monitor, the two being so exactly alike that the girl had mistaken one for the other. Several other tales about this huntsman have been told often enough in the hunting field, originating without doubt from Parson Gale, who was quite the Boswell of Carter. On one occasion a young fellow, very anxious to show his prowess, came cantering up to Carter, taking one or two fences on his way with great nonchalance, his mount being a very good one. " Nice fencer, isn't he?" said Poppinjay to FOX-HUNTING INCIDENTS 89 Carter. " Ahem, hope you won't want it by and by, sir," was the stern reply. But the best tale of all is told by Parson Gale, who accidentally heard Carter remark in an undertone concerning one of Mrs. Gale's little girls, whom the loving mother had been introducing to him, " Nice pup : pity she weren't born a hound." He was horrified when he discovered that he had been overheard, and proceeded to offer many sincere apologies. It was always Assheton Smith's ambition to hunt in his eightieth year. Carter, though he resigned the office of huntsman to the Tedworth at the age of seventy- three not without a kind of protest did actually hunt after he had turned eighty, so that he beat his master in this respect. Carter's admiration for Assheton Smith does not appear to have been absolutely unqualified. On several occasions he found himself unable to approve of the master's active and peremptory orders, and after his death thought the Tedworth would still survive and greatly flourish, which it certainly did. Carter was an abstemious man, and a God-fearing one too, we have been told. There resided at one time in the Tedworth country a man who was well endowed with this world's goods, and had 90 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY great advantages in the matter of position and family connections. But he was avoided by the county people, and had few friends. Once he tried to find a companion in Carter, who felt compelled to cut short his advances with these words " I don't drink, I don't smoke, and I don't tell lies. So I'm no use to you, sir." Two of the keenest fox-hunters I ever met were clergymen, one this Parson Gale, and the other the Rev. W. Awdry. Both hunted regu- larly with the Tedworth, as did one or two other gentlemen of the cloth. With Awdry, who was, and is no doubt still, a good all-round sportsman, always went Mrs. Awdry, herself far better versed in fox-hunting than most men who ride to hounds. Awdry could really distinguish by tongue the leading hounds of the Tedworth almost as well as Jack Fricker or even Carter. "How we all used to love hunting," he wrote the other day in recalling those Tedworth times, " when we knew the names, breeding, and principal peculiarities of every hound in the pack." Parson Gale could of course well recollect Assheton Smith. Hard by Fosbury, in the Tedworth country, there is a very steep and sudden descent into farmland. The parson once SPORTING PARSONS 91 seeing me ride rather furiously, as it appeared to him, down this place, complimented me upon the achievement. He declared that in all his days he had only seen one man do it, and do it with a loose rein, and that was Assheton Smith. As a matter of fact I could not claim to have emulated or rivalled Assheton Smith in this matter, because my horse took me down before I had time to realize the position ; once started it was in any case impossible to draw up till the bottom of the hill was reached. I am told, by the way, that a Welsh pony belonging to Mr. A. W. Dewar the owner of Doles Wood- would alone amongst the Ted worth Hunt take this and other neighbouring hills without the slightest hesitation, and at the steepest point. The question of whether or no a clergyman ought to hunt has long been hotly disputed. For my part I should be content, if amongst my various vocations I had ever donned the cloth, to abide by the view of a parson who does not hunt himself, but is none the less perfectly tolerant of it in his brethren Mr. Baring Gould. He writes concerning this matter, " Why not ? Why should not the parson go with the hounds ? A more fresh and invigorating pursuit is not to be found, nor one in which he is brought more in 92 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY contact with his fellow men. There was a breezy goodness about many a hunting parson of old times that was in itself a sermon, and was one on the topic that healthy amusement and Christianity go excellently well together." Occasionally the hunting parson, it must be admitted, is rather handicapped in the pursuit of sport by the obligations of his profession. Two instances of this occur to me relating to clergy- men I have often hunted with. ' ' How's X doing now ? " inquired a friend of a hunting parson during a check. " Oh, well enough," was the reply. ".On Monday, Wednesday and Thursday we had capital sport. To-day too he will be having good sport no doubt with the C . Then as to to-morrow well, I haven't heard what his arrangements are for that day." " Oh," observed an attentive and rather shocked listener, " but surely he will have his duties to attend to to-morrow. He has a burial." " Well," replied the parson, gallantly sticking up for his brother clergyman, " he can get a curate out of A to do that, you know, easily enough for a sovereign or so." On one occasion the hounds I was out with had a clinking run hard by a churchyard where a well-known sporting parson was conducting a THE TEDWOETH HUNT 93 burial service. Afterwards I tried to describe the run to ray clerical friend, but cutting me short he painted it himself in glowing colours. He was ready with the name of every spinney we touched, and could tell which was the leading hound at every portion of the run. Whilst performing his duties at the open grave he had heard the hounds running, and knowing every yard of the country was able to diagnose the sport as the hounds ran in a semi-circle at least as accurately as I who had been there from start to finish. Imagine the restraint which he must have exercised over himself whilst reading the service ! the wonder was that he didn't rush off after the hounds before his duties were completed. There was not much fencing with the Tedworth out of the Pewsey Vale district, but we often got grand runs ; whilst as for the hounds, they were in the time of Jack Flicker's huntsmanship probably as fine as any in the country. Often enough in the case of a meet in an out-of-the- way spot, the field was limited to about half- a-dozen of us or even less in the afternoon. The present Duke of Wellington was a well- known figure of the Tedworth Hunt in those good times, and only the other day his Grace 94 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY was affectionately recalling to me the sport we used to enjoy. Sir William Humphrey was another familiar figure during these years, and before she came by a very nasty accident Lady Humphrey was known as one of the most excellent horsewomen of the hunt. Penton Lodge was Sir William's Hampshire residence. It afterwards passed into the hands of a Mr. Moon, who was a regular "Jubilee," getting through his thousands in an incredibly short space of time. It is curious how entirely undeveloped is the bump of locality in some people. Once when out with the Ted worth we came upon Penton Lodge, which everybody recognized save the owner thereof. "Now that's a nice place, and how well situated," said Sir William; "what's the name of that place ? " He had evidently never viewed Penton from that particular aspect before. I have already referred to a bad fall I had out with the Tedworth through riding at a gate which was more or less on the swing. I was driven to it by the behaviour of my horse, who had gone through instead of over a gate a short while previously. My brother and I were both riding greys, and I recollect being much A DOGGED OLD CUSTOMER 95 tickled when, after I was bandaged up, he told me that in his agitation and hurry he had ridden off on my horse to enlist the services of a doctor, and had not noticed the mistake till he had gone some distance. A tremendous run we once had with the Ted- worth from Sir John Astley's place at Everleigh to Marlborough the fox was killed close to the London road just outside the town may still be fresh in the minds of some members of the hunt. One gentleman had the use of three horses, but was not in at the death. Sir William Humphrey returned home before the bitter or rather glorious end, so, intending to do him a good turn, I wired to Penton Lodge, " Killed our fox." Lady Humphrey opened this telegram before Sir William had got home, and directly she saw the first word in it rushed to the conclusion that it must refer to her husband, and sustained a severe shock. " Killed" is cer- tainly an indiscreet word to begin a telegram with. A remarkable character in the Tedworth country, and a most dogged old customer, was Caleb Simonds, the Savernake Forest keeper. A fox went to earth during the cubbing season in Savernake, and Simonds started to dig. But the ground was very sandy, and at length Jack 96 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY retired with his hounds. It was eight o'clock in the morning when Simonds began to . O O O He declared he would not budge from that earth until he had dislodged the fox. As good as his word, he dug on till 10 o'clock at night, when at length he came upon his quarry. Simonds was as fearless as he was dogged. Hearing shots fired near his cottage at Bed win Brails on a winter's night he went out in shirt and trousers with only a flail in his hand. Soon he came across three armed poachers, and in- formed them that they would have to come along with him. At first they were inclined to surrender, believing that the keeper who thus, though unarmed, boldly accosted them had a force behind him. But finding out that he was alone one of them made a murderous assault on him. Simonds with a blow of his flail killed one of his assailants on the spot. The other two then surrendered, and were marched off by the old keeper. One of the most awkward spots, by the way, for hounds to get at I ever saw a fox resort to in extremity was a culvert at Savernake. The careful huntsman hesitated to let his hounds go after the fox, lest they should be unable to turn when fairly in this drain. A CURIOUS INCIDENT 97 Whilst we were waiting and wondering what could be done, a sweep with his bundle of implements came up. He asked whether it was a fox we wanted to dislodge. " What else do you think it could be ? " inquired Jack with scorn. The sweep said he would have the fox out, and fitted together his rods. He then inserted them, with a dexterous twist caught Keynard in the jacket, and dragged him out in no time. That is probably the single instance of a sweep's rods being used in fox-hunting. A more unusual resort of a hunted fox, however, was witnessed by those out with the East Essex a few years ago. In front of me I have a water-colour illustrating this incident the end of an exciting run. The fox was found in a covert north-west of my Essex house, Champion Lodge, and running under our window made for Goldhanger Creek on the Black- water a real good point. There I espied him crouching on a small salting two hundred and fifty yards or thereabouts from the river wall. Of course the hounds could neither view nor wind him. I accordingly swam out to his coign of vantage with the whole pack after me. Finder, a big black and white stallion hound I had from Jack Fricker, was first up, and 98 MEMOIRS OF SIM CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY the two leading hounds drowned poor Charlie. I at once proceeded to dive, and after some rather exhausting struggles recovered his carcass, which the hounds broke up on the salting. Another incident with the East Essex pack may perhaps be of some little interest to hunting men. Once when the hounds were running I deemed it well to follow for a while along the line of the Great Eastern Kailway, being afraid of losing them unless I took this course. Before very long I saw a train coming, and called out to an official who was near to open the gate. He refused, as it was, he declared, contrary to rules. There was no time to stop and argue with the man, so I managed to coax my horse over the signalling wires, and then dashed him over some posts and rails alongside the gate. Glancing round when these were suc- cessfully negotiated, I saw that we had got over not a moment too soon. It had been rather a ticklish position, though I was speedily out of it. Everleigh was Sir John Astley's Wiltshire seat, though in my time he never hunted with the Tedworth. By the death of Sir John last year, or to give him his far more familiar name the /'Mate," I lost one of my oldest and 'THE MATE 1 99 best friends. Very fond of his practical joke, he once, at one of his " sing-song nights," played rather a severe one on me. I got very sleepy after the dinner, and the fumes of smoke finally sent me off into a profound slumber. The Mate could not resist the temptation of painting me a moustache with a burnt cham- pagne cork. My son and a friend who were present permitted it with perhaps some mis- givings. They would certainly have allowed no other man but Sir John Astley to take the liberty. Of course I was made to look distinctly ridiculous, and to add to the absurdity some one tried to wake me up, saying, "De Crespigny, do you know you have a moustache now ? " I only half woke up, and murmured, "Proper thing too for a cavalry officer." Afterwards I had to retire, and wash off the burnt cork quite a long business. But it was impossible to take umbrage at anything the old Mate did in the way of a practical joke. He could have played any number on me with impunity. All the years I knew Sir John intimately, I never, but once saw him "down on his luck." That was at Stockbridge Kaces many years ago. He was frightfully depressed for a day or so on that occasion I knew not why but the 100 MEMOIRS OF SIH CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY cloud soon passed completely by. The Mate did undoubtedly bet at times in large sums of money. Once I recollect having a modest fiver with him at Stockbridge over some event or other. I lost. Meeting him on the course the next day I at once proposed to settle. Not having the exact sum I asked for change. He put his hand in his breast-coat pocket and drew out an enormous packet of bank-notes thousands of pounds worth, it struck me. It was owing to Whyte Melville that I changed the venue for a little while from Hampshire and Wiltshire packs to the North Devon and Somerset. I never saw so much of that accomplished writer as I should have wished, but what I did confirmed me in my opinion, derived from his books, that he was a perfect gentleman and a true sportsman. Many people consider that his glowing panegyrics of the sport to be obtained in hunting the wild deer in Devon and Somerset were altogether overdone. Certainly some of the runs described in one or two of his works notably that run in Katerfelto, when the stag was finally brought to bay at Watersmeet seem incredible. The opportunity occurring, I put the question to Whyte Melville whether such runs actually A WEIHD 101 took place in the hunting of the red deer. "Make no mistake," said he, "they sometimes are undeniably good." So, soon after that I set out on horseback to the West. The Devon and Somerset yielded me fair but not exceptional sport. One adventure not con- nected with hunting, though resultant therefrom, I have often thought over since ; it was of the kind that are not easily forgotten. Leading my mare home one evening into the town of Dunster, my attention was attracted by a woman who came rushing out of a house hard by, and collided with me in her wild flight. A man came across the road in pursuit, and struck the fugitive with violence. I called upon him to instantly desist, whereupon he turned upon me with much savagery. I had scarcely let go my mare, who, being fatigued, stood still, before he assailed me. So sudden was the onslaught that I did not think of dropping my hunting crop, which I held in my right hand as I encountered his blows. I was not conscious of being particu- larly flustered, or of defending myself unskilfully, but for all that I soon found that I was getting all the worst of it. He seemed to get with ease through rny guard, and to be raining in terrific blows. It was too dark to see properly the 102, MEMOIRS CfF WE CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY exact method of his attack, but when I found blood flowing freely from several cuts on the head I concluded not a moment too soon that there was foul play somewhere. I therefore landed him a blow on the side of the head with my crop, and he dropped like a stone in the road. I then discovered his secret power, and the instrument with which these strange and telling blows had been administered. He held in his hand a big leather trace with a buckle that had cut me like a knife. How effectively the author of Lorna Doone, who has so pictur- esquely described the encounters of John Eidd and other west countrymen, could have dealt with this incident ! There was something distinctly out of the common in this short and sharp struggle the place, the fast-waning light, and above all the mysterious blows com- bining to impart to it a weird element. When afterwards the facts of the case were brought to the notice of the police sergeant, he told me I had had a narrow shave. The man, who, by the way, was in liquor, possessed immense strength, being a match for any two in the district. " If he had closed with you, sir," quoth the sergeant, " nothing could have saved you." He added the information, that when not COCKNEY SPORTSMEN 103 driving the coach to Ilfracombe, the fellow was leathering his wife's lovers. " We constantly have to lock him up," said the sergeant, "but it takes me and two of my men to do it." Whilst living at Durrington which I often used to find from twenty to twenty-five miles distant at the end of a long day with the Tedworth ! I would sometimes pay more than flying visits to the New Forest, where there was excellent shooting with nice mixed bags, and hunting. Captain Frank Lovell, a fine horse- man, was out two days a week with his fifteen couple or so of hounds, and some of the runs with that pack have not inaptly been compared with hard bursts with the Devon and Somerset. A nice horsewoman was Miss Alma , then a well-known figure in New Forest fox-hunting circles. Smart too and supercilious with Cockney sportsmen was Miss Alma. Such a sportsman one day when the hounds were at fault imagined he had found the slot of the buck. He held up his hat to Miss Alma, who rode up. Now what he had really seen was the slot of a pig, which to the uninitiated eye closely resembles that of a buck. "Pig!" exclaimed the young lady, looking hard at him, and instantly rode off. Occasionally I used to go out with the Hawking 104 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Club, though in no respect proficient in the art of falconry. The old Hawking Club came into existence in the year 1864. In the previous year the Hon. Charles Buncombe had done a good deal of rook hawking on the Wiltshire downs, with Barr as his falconer. The sport became so popular amongst some of the residents in the district, that it was found quite practical to form a club, which took over the management of the hawks. Amongst the original members of the club were Lord Lilford, one of the greatest living authorities on British birds, and author of the monumental work thereon, and the Maharajah Dhuleep Singh. But in after years the club flourished chiefly owing to the exertions of the Hon. Gerald Lascelles, who is now known as one of the foremost, if not the foremost, authority on Hawking in the country. His work on the subject is of course indispens- able to those who desire to devote themselves to this decidedly interesting, if not intensely exciting, form of sport. Mr. Lascelles succeeded Mr. Buncombe in the Seventies as secretary and manager of the old Hawking Club. Mr. Lascelles has given us some particulars concerning the number of head of quarry killed during recent seasons by the club. The HAWKING 105 first of these records is contained in liis own work on the subject in the Badminton Library. In 1887 the_ jtptal bag was 576 head, out of which the greatest number was composed of rooks ; but there were also over a hundred partridges and over a hundred rabbits killed, together with a sprinkling of other birds. The club being a travelling one, is able to include on its list upwards of a hundred grouse killed in Scotland. Last year it did not go in for any game hawking in Scotland, and moreover, as it has not kept a goshawk of late, the returns are not quite so large as formerly. " I think," wrote Mr. Lascelles very recently, "that more people take up hawking than formerly, but it can never become uni- versally popular, because the greater part of the country is enclosed, and but few T people can follow the sport at their own homes, whereas at one time most people could do so. It is perhaps the most scientific and difficult of all sports." Hawking has this advantage it can be followed all the year round, which is the case with so very few of our sports and games. During this hunting period with the Ted- worth, New Forest, and other packs, I was rarely present at steeplechases, save in the 106 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY capacity of a spectator. I took part in one rather memorable meeting, however, on April 5, 1877. This was the Beaufort Hunt at Dauntsey, near Chippenham. Though not quite so bad as Hurst Park course, round which two 'Varsity Blues double-sculled during the great flood of 1894, the scene of the Duke's annual meeting was so much under water that we could not have aspired to get round without swimming our horses, so the course had to be altered on the very morning of the races. I rode a mare called Countess, with whom I hunted with the Ted worth. But she was not much good in o deep ground, and fell with me when about half way round. The racing, as the name of the meeting implies, was confined to hunters, and I cannot say that it was of a very sensational character. But there were some excellent riders taking part in the meeting; amongst them Archie Miles, a really good man to hounds. My mare Countess, by the way, came from that favourite sportsman, Fog Eowlands, about whom many of us have pleasant recollections. The Durrington district was very handy for Stockbridge ; I attended the pleasant meetings there pretty regularly, and a little later on ROUGH COMPANY 107 sometimes had a mount, though flat racing has been even less my metier in England than it was in India. Proposed by that grand old sailor, the late Admiral Rous, and seconded by the late Lord Portsmouth, I was elected a member of the Bibury Club, and enjoyed excellent sport and conviviality there. At times there used to be some rough company at Stockbridge. Once with several members of the Bibury Club, amongst them Lord Marcus Beresford and Sir John Astley, I was dining in the coffee-room of the Grosvenor. Suddenly a most detestable odour arose, which quite put us off our dinner. What on earth could it be ? Whilst we were wondering a raid was made o on the door leading from the street to the entrance-hall by a handful of roughs, who evidently came to lay their hands on every article they could find worth carrying away. Marcus and I rushed to the door and managed to keep these fellows at bay. They could not do very much against us, as the passage was narrow and we quite filled between us the doorway. Great sport we had, both of us managing to work a good deal of havoc amongst the intruders. How it all comes back to me ! At length the roughs, getting better 108 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY than they gave, retired, several of them with more or less broken heads. I had just got rid of one of my aggressors, and was re-arranging my collar and tie, which had got misplaced, when old Peter Crawshaw of all men in the world came up, and intimated that the man on the ground was a particular friend of his. It looked as though I should now have to do battle with Peter, but taking a second look he discovered that he had made a mistake, and the matter ended in laughter. The appalling odour which had put us off our dinner was now accounted for. It seemed that one of these would-be looters had managed to pass the porter and waiters and to find his way into our room. There he proceeded to break a bottle of assafcetida, in the vain hope that its smell would clear the room, and so enable him and his fellows to make a clean sweep of any valuables therein. The disappointed rogues tried on the same game again higher up the street. O O O J. They ended up the day in Andover Gaol. The Bibury Club has always been a very exclusive one. I recollect a candidate against whom no word seems to have been breathed, being " pilled " in a really extraordinary fashion. This candidate was Lord , grandson of a THE LATE LOED PORTSMOUTH 109 great and rather notorious lawyer. It happened that when his name came up neither proposer nor seconder was present. Lord was not a regular racing man, and nobody in the room seems to have known anything at all about him. His name was received with ominous silence, and he was rejected. I was completely mystified, and whispered to the Duke of Hamilton, the President, " Why has Lord been pilled ? " " Must have been mistaken for his grandfather ! " was the reply. Had either proposer or seconder been present, Lord would surely have been elected, for there was nothing against him. The late Lord Portsmouth was to be seen regularly at Stockbridge meetings at this period. He was a rare good fox-hunter, and indeed a rare good fellow generally. Horse- racing was not his favourite pursuit, and it was therefore not very extraordinary perhaps to find him once at Stockbridge taking evident interest in an animal which looked quite out of its element in the company of thoroughbreds. I remarked on the poor quality of this beast, and was tickled by his reply, " Yes ; but it would do very nicely for my second whip." It is not often you find a man engaged in spotting hunters at a race meeting like Stockbridge. 110 MEMOIRS QV SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY It was just about the time when I settled at Durrington that Sandown Park was started, and I did not miss many of the first meetings. It is only fair to say that the credit of starting this most popular course belongs largely to Lord Charles Ker, though no doubt plenty of credit also attaches to those who, since his connection with Sandown ceased, have taken a great part in the work of making it one of the most successful and paying racing institutions in the country. The site was, I believe, originally pointed out to Ker by the late Mr. J. Mil ward. He felt so satisfied that it was an excellent one that he purchased it, and forthwith proceeded to make a racecourse. He also planned the stands himself, originated the club, and got the first seven hundred members together. As stewards for the first year Ker got three excellent men in Admiral Rous, Lord Alington, and the late Mr. George Payne. Finally, he drew up the pro- gramme and the arrangements for the first meeting. He had long had a great ambition to improve suburban meetings, and of doing this partly through an increase in the gate money, and by having nothing under 100 added to races. Afterwards, as all the racing world knows, General Owen Williams, Hwfa Williams, . .1 FAMOUS PEDESTRIAN 111 and Sir Wilfred Brett became connected with the course. Sandown was the first race meeting of the kind in England where gate money was made a feature. Now there are a number of courses conducted on pretty much the same lines. A man I used to see a good deal of about this time or a little later was John Chambers, one of the best pedestrians and oarsmen Cambridge ever turned out. He it was, it may be recollected, who started the Lillie Bridge grounds, where the 'Varsity sports were held till within a few seasons ago, and revived the Leander Club. I gave a trophy for the Amateur Athletic Association High Jump, in which he was so much inter- ested, and it is still competed for. Chambers was a fine swimmer, and may be said to have brought out Webb. As a pedestrian too he was at his best, and thirty years ago was the first winner of the seven-mile champion race of the Amateur Athletic Club. He once offered to back himself, with George Payne, to walk twenty-one miles in three hours, which would have been a remarkable record had it come off. But the project fell through. He told me he was pretty confident that he would do it, and was sure of his first fourteen miles in two hours. 112 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Chambers was a close friend of Lord Queens- berry's at Cambridge, and though not very handy with the gloves himself, he thoroughly understood boxing. Indeed, Lord Queensberry assures me that he, practically speaking, drew up the Queensberry rules. They were of course passed by Queensberry, but scarcely edited at all, save in one or two matters respecting weights, etc. That he did his work well is shown by the fact that the rules have undergone no substantial change since they were adopted. I trained for the Light Weight Amateur Boxing Championship, but in doing so put on no less than eight pounds, and not seeing the fun of wasting this additional weight flung it up. That Queensberry himself was no mean runner at one time will be readily conceded by those who can recall the incidents of a memorable and very sporting race he ran many years since against Fred Cotton, the author and composer of The Meynell Hunt. This race was a four-mile one over Bogside (Egiinton Hunt) Steeplechase course, and several stiffish obstacles had to be jumped. Cotton won, though only by six yards, after a magnificent race. The time was twenty-four minutes and fifteen seconds, and the feat, under the circumstances, FEED COTTON 113 does not compare by any means badly with some of the best records of the day over a cinder track. Cotton was in those times a first- class runner and also walker. On one occasion he backed himself for a thousand to one to walk from Ashbourne in Derbyshire to a certain point in Perthshire, a distance of 347 miles, in seven consecutive days. His feet went all to pieces so early as the second day, and he actually fainted twice. He struggled on gamely how- ever, and won with three and a half hours in hand. 1 Another remarkable performance of his at Christchurch, New Zealand, deserves to be placed on record : he walked for a wager one hundred miles in twenty-two hours. There are very few subjects in which Mr. Gladstone is not interested. About horses, I have been told, he neither knows nor cares anything : but he used to be not a little inter- ested in pedestrianism. Five-and-twenty years since I often met him at the house of a friend, and talked with him more than once on the subject. He was much concerned to know what a walker could accomplish without thoroughly exhausting himself. 1 See Appendix, p. 365. CHAPTER IV STEEPLECHASING FROM 1880-5 Settling down as a steeplechaser A little politics Amelia and L'Arethuse Concerning duelling Private race meetings Making a course The posts and rails question Has steeplechasing degenerated ? The open ditch An ingenious jockey who got warned off A fine jumper A strange accident Twelfth Cake and Pudding Baker Pasha and the Hag ballot- Two great jockeys The "cant back" A terrible course at Galley wood Major Bringhurst Sport in the East Woodcock and wild boar A win after a fall The late Marquess of Ailesbury Mr. Abingdon Baird Gordon's last postcard Steeple- chasing one day, and ballooning the next Was " Baron Hill " a rogue ? Getting a wrinkle from Sensier A record by Yates. SHORTLY after the Wiltshire period, I was enabled to return once again to my old love, steeplechasing, and from 1880 to the present time have been almost continuously riding in meetings all over the country. Eeckoning up the other day, I found that in all I had ridden over more than half a hundred different courses U4 A LITTLE POLITICS 115 to be exact, fifty-two including Ireland and India, and had won races over twenty-three courses out of this total. These courses have been distributed over sixteen English counties, and a good few of them such as Edenbridge, Plumpstead, and Stoke Park now no longer exist. I have ridden also over seven courses in India, and won over six of them. In the early Eighties I got a good many mounts on my own and other horses chiefly the former though I was also addressing myself about this period to the pursuit of ballooning. Upon settling down in Essex, one of the first matters to which I turned my attention was, of all things in the world, party politics ! This was the first (and I hope it may be the last) time in my life that I took any share in the dull game of politics. Now-a-days, at any rate, it seems to be pretty generally agreed, even amongst the combatants, that party warfare is so much " sound and fury signifying nothing." Sir William Abdy was standing for the division in which my house is situated, and I helped to canvass the district for him. However, insufferably dull as party politics are as a rule, it chanced that there was a certain amount of sport in this particular election. 116 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY There was much fear that the factory hands mostly confirmed Kadicals would not allow the freemen most confirmed Tories to come up to the poll, keeping them away by threats and by actual deeds of violence. I told the people who feared intimidation on the part of the factory folk, " What you want is a handful of fighting men to keep those fellows in order, and to get your freemen to the poll." They took up the idea, but gave me rather a large order. I was to draft down to Maldon three or four hundred fighting men. It was necessary to explain that there were not so many in England. However, we did get some men down who understood their business, and the freemen were able to record their votes all right. To make assurance doubly sure, a nice little gang of three score of coal-heavers, in addition to the trained pugilists, were drafted down from Colchester. I marshalled and com- manded this force myself, but grieve to say that certain of the party officials, when they saw how thoroughly I had carried out the work, shunned me religiously on the day of the election ! Whilst on this subject of latter day elec- tioneering, it may not be out of place to turn back to the time of my grandfather, the late Mli. WINWS COSTLY CONTEST 117 Sir John Tyrell. He was in Essex politics for not less than half a century, making his debut in 1826. In that year Sir John stood on the hustings to second the nomination of the Hon. G. Winn. It was a great contest, very protracted, very bitter, frightfully costly. It was said indeed that Mr. Winn's dearly-purchased victory on that occasion cost him the greater part of 50,000. But that contest was not half so eventful as one which took place four years later for the county of Essex when my grandfather was the Tory candidate against Mr. Coll is, afterwards Lord Western, a Whig politician of considerable note, and Mr. Long AVellesley, a nephew of the Duke of Wellington. Mr. Wellesley went so far in his virulent abuse of Sir John Tyrell that he had to be called to account. He disclaimed, however, somewhat after the usual custom of politicians at the present time when heaping terms of abuse on each other, any intention of assail- ing his opponent's personal honour. My grand- father accepted this disclaimer, but took the opportunity of intimating that he was "to be found at Boreham House," if wanted at any time. Good old days those were, with all their corrupt electioneering ! A politician 118 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY then was deemed not a madman nor a criminal, but an upright gentleman, because he held his life not more valuable than his honour. Sir John eventually headed the poll, Mr. Western and Mr. Wellesley coming second and third respectively. Eather curiously, though this Mr. Wellesley, who afterwards became Lord Mornington, did not see his way to take on my grandfather, Sir John Tyrell, he was actually engaged in a duel later on with my great-uncle the Eev. Heaton de Crespigny who prior to being a parson fought in the celebrated action between the Amelia and L'Arethuse. Wellesley had insulted Sir William de Crespigny, his father, who was paralyzed, and my great-uncle ac- cordingly had him out. " You think I have only got a black coat," he said to Wellesley ; " you are wrong : I've a shooting one as well." This engagement between the Amelia and L'Arethuse is quite one of the most interesting incidents in the naval history of the century, and it is curious that it should be so little known in comparison with the contest between the Shannon and Chesapeake, or between Sir Richard Grenville's Revenge and the Spanish 'AMELIA' AND ' UARETHUSE* 119 fleet. Tennyson has made the latter immortal in his ballad, but it has been questioned whether the melting away of Lord Howard into the " silent summer heaven " on that occasion with five ships of war, was altogether a creditable affair, though the poet did his best to exonerate his discreet lordship. In the duel between the Amelia and L'Arethuse, on the other hand, there is nought that reflects anything save glory on all concerned on the British side. The incident took place early in Feb. 1813, during the great war with France. Captain Irby, whose family, by the way, intermarried with mine, was just thinking of leaving Sierra Leone, where his ship, the Amelia, had been stationed for a while, when a Lieutenant Pascoe came in hot haste to the Sierra Leone river with the crew of the gun-brig Daring, which he had been obliged to run ashore and blow up in consequence of having been pursued by a French frigate backed up by two other ships. A reconnoitring party was at once despatched by Captain Irby, who soon found a force consisting of two frigates, of the largest and most powerful class, named L'Arethuse and Le Rubis, together with a Portuguese ship that they had captured. 120 MEMOIRS OF SIti CLAUDE DE CliESPIGNY Captain Irby left Sierra Leone and worked up to the Islands of de Loss. He speedily fell in with L'Arethuse, and endeavoured, not unsuccessfully, to draw her off her consort, as he was naturally not anxious to engage both these powerful vessels at the same time if he could help it. When the last vestige of the Le Rubis had disappeared, the captain of the Amelia shortened sail, and stood towards his threatening and probably overweeningly confident foe. The French ship was far stronger in guns and com- plement than the British, and eagerly availed itself of the invitation to battle. She carried on her deck some heavy French twenty-four-pounders in addition to other guns. ' At about seven in the evening the French ship ran up her colours, and three-quarters of an hour later, the two vessels being then within pistol-shot of one another, a great duel commenced. Both fired the first shots at about the same time, and both preserved throughout the encounter pretty well the same position. For over three hours and a half they poured shot into each other. All the onslaughts of L'Arethuse were repulsed by the brave men of the Amelia, who, like the men of the Revenge, shook off the Frenchmen OF THE 'AMELIA' 121 " as a dog that shakes his ears When he leaps from the water to the land." Then at length L'Arethuse bore away. She went with many dead and wounded on board, and not uninjured as to her hull, and made no further attempt then or afterwards to tackle the Amelia. The British ship, when the duel was ended, was found to be in a quite un- governable condition. Her sails and rigging were all cut to pieces, and her masts lay in ruins about the decks. Captain Irby was him- self wounded when on the quarter-deck, and his list of killed and wounded numbered 141. The Amelia, it should be mentioned, had, like the little Revenge, a number of sick men on board, and she had barely her full complement fit for duty when she dared the French ship. Some may feel inclined to ask, like little Casper, what good came of it at last ; but few will deny that it is a splendid incident in the history of our Navy. The affair above mentioned between Heaton de Crespigny and Wellesley took place in the year 1828, and is thus described in a newspaper of that time " On Thursday, a duel was fought on the sands at Calais between Mr. Long "Wel- lesley and Mr. De Crespigny. The dispute 122 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE I)E CRESPIGNY originated in a remark made by Mr. Wellesley respecting some parts of the conduct of Mr. De Crespigny's father. He was requested to retract it ; and on his refusal a challenge was sent to him by the two Mr. De Crespignys, when all the parties started at full speed from Dover to Calais. Colonel John Freemantle of the Guards was second to Mr. Wellesley, and Captain Brooke, also of the Guards, attended his antagonist. The duel was fought on the sands immediately after the arrival of the seconds. Both parties fired together on a given signal at the distance of ten paces, and neither of them happening to be wounded, the seconds immediately interfered. A question here arose with respect to the second challenge, as to how far it was or was not to be accepted, when Captain Brooke decided that Mr. Long Wellesley had done as much as he was required to do. The parties then separated and returned from Calais on Friday morning to Dover, where Mrs. Bligli at the York Hotel was waiting with great anxiety the arrival of Mr. Wellesley, and, accompanied by him and Colonel Freemantle, she has since left Dover for London." The final paragraph has more than a spice of the new and personal journalism about it. My own views on duelling were freely CONCERNING DUELLING 123 expressed some years since in the press, and they have undergone no change since then. The duel, when it generally prevailed in this country, was not without its grave attendant evils, but the same may be said of many desirable institutions. The code of honour which regulated the acts of the Iron Duke is surely good enough for most of us, and we all know that he was not inclined to shirk a duel when his personal honour was concerned. Most men who have reached the meridian of life can recall some fracas or episode in which insulting expressions have been made use of by those supposed to be of the creme de la creme in the world of society, when an appeal to mortal combat has been suggested as the only method of settling the difficulty ; and why the trusty steel of these fire-eating but degenerate descendants of gallant gentlemen has remained unsheathed has always been a mystery to me. Of course though challenges are perhaps more frequently flying about amongst English gentlemen than the world seems to be aware of it w r ould be an act of folly to go out in this country, law and custom both prohibiting it. But, across the water, duelling is practically winked at. I would not go so far as to say that 124 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE ClititiPIGNY the injured party is compelled to parade the wrong-doer, but I do maintain that should the latter be challenged, he is bound, if a gentleman, to go out. One of the last duels fought in this country was between Colonel H and Lord M . The former, whom I knew well for many years, but whose full name I refrain from giving in order not to cause pain to his family, was a wonderfully fine pistol-shot. But in this in- stance, owing probably to the sun being in his face as he fired, his ball only grazed his opponent's face. Lord M discharged his weapon in the air. Before quitting the subject, I may refer to a curious memento which used to be worn by Baron Malortie, whom I have already alluded to as a duellist. This was a bullet made into a scarf-pin. It had struck him on a rib over the heart, and been cut out near the spine. He wore this, believing that it would bring him luck in future combats. Malortie now ably wields the instrument said to be mightier than the sword. This duelling digression has taken me a good way from the subject of steeplechasing, with which the chapter commenced. I had for some PRIVATE RACE MEETINGS 125 time before settling down in Essex had it in my mind to have one day a cross-country meeting of my own. At that time Lord Guild- ford, so far as I am aware, was about the only man who had carried out such an idea. His meetings at Waldershare were a decided success, though I do not speak from personal experience, never having ridden there myself. More recently Mr. Harry McCalmont has established a course on his own estate, though naturally on a more princely scale than that at either Waldershare or Champion Lodge. Moreover, the Waldershare and Champion Lodge steeplechasing meetings were started with the idea of catering principally for local hunts, which was not, I take it, Mr. McCalmont's object. I had already had ex- perience in making a steeplechase course, having been engaged in the work in India. In the autumn of 1876 I made a course for my regi- ment at Seetapore. I tried Baby Blake over some of the jumps, and, when the meeting came off, won a good race. Few cross-country riders have had the chance perhaps of winning about the first race over a course they have themselves made ! The task of making a steeplechase course in India in those days was not a hard one to a man with any knowledge of the sport. There were no 126 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY regulations as regards the jumps, and native labour was cheap. My Seetapore course was a mile round, and the jumps consisted of a stiffish double, a mud-wall, and bush fences. I superintended, and set two or three riflemen to keep an eye on the natives employed. In March 1881 we set to work to make a course at Champion Lodge, and in less than a week had it ship-shape. The expenses were inconsiderable, as the work was performed by men in my own employ. There were several suitable fields round my house, and practically all we had to do was to make the necessary jumps, and erect a stand or two. It was necessary later on, but not at the time of the first meeting, to comply with the regulations as regards fences, etc., laid down by the stewards of the National Hunt, as the meetings were to be held under the aegis of that body ; but this proved an easy enough task. As regards stands, I found a man ready enough to put up one for nothing on the condition that he should be allowed to erect a second one on his own account, and charge those who use it a small sum. We decided not to go on the gate-money principle. It would not have tended to make the meetings popular in the district, and the object of the Champion Lodge private course has always been THE POSTS AND RAILS QUESTION 127 to afford sport and amusement to Essex folk, as well as to our own immediate circle of friends. The posts and rails, as every one knows, have been abolished in steeplechasing ; and we never had them at our little meeting. Some people think that the change was not for the best. The last time I rode over posts and rails was at Ipswich. They certainly had this drawback, that horses occasionally got into a habit of chancing them, as they chance hurdles, with evil results. A stickler for timber jumps persisted on having posts and rails once at Aldershot. General Byrne was one of the stewards. " Very well," said he ; " what height will you have them ? " The reply was " three feet six inches." They were put up, and on the day of the meeting the only man who came to grief was the stickler himself. He broke his collar-bone over this particular jump. At Ipswich the posts and rails were substituted one year for the big double fence which was properly a couple of fences with a space of a yard or so between but found a failure, and once more abandoned. There was a certain feeling against this big fence, and I was approached by the malcontents and asked to get up an indig- nation meeting in the matter. I declined, not regarding the jump with disfavour. 128 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY The abolition of the posts and rails may to a certain degree have lessened the danger of steeple- chasing. In a blinding storm, for instance, the jump was sometimes a difficult one to see properly. Does the lessening of danger in this, and other respects, tend to emasculate the cross-country sport ? People are constantly asking me whether I consider that steeplechasing has degenerated since I first donned colours. On the whole, I am not prepared to say that it has. The horses are far finer creatures than they were a quarter of a century ago: no "cocktail," such as often used to win in those days, would have a chance in a big race now. Then the courses are far more numerous, as are also the riders. Last, but not least, the pace is greater and the jumping more perfect. At the same time, though it will be seen I am not indiscriminately in this matter a laudator temporis acti, I am bound to admit that to a certain degree steeplechasing to-day is rather inclined to become, in some respects, a kid-glove kind of business compared with what it was of yore. Many of the best and biggest courses are attended to almost like tennis-lawns or cricket-pitches. The "take-off" and landing in particular are looked after with the greatest care. When a frost threatens, straw is usually put down 'CUT AND DKY' STEEPLECHASING 129 to keep the ground from becoming too hard, and one even hears of the whole course being in some instances treated with the same tenderness. Then all the jumps are strictly in accordance with regulation. In short, there is an undoubted tendency now-a-days to, as it were, "cut and dry " our steeplechasing. A similar tendency evinces itself in various other sports. We become more scientific and more methodical. Compare, for instance, the hunting of big game as practised to-day with the same sport as practised a quarter of a century ago. We face big game now with weapons which make the clumsy old rifle seem a thing only fit to be put in the hands of a savage ; and in proportion as our weapons become more perfect our method of big-game shooting must become more of the kid-glove kind. When I first entered the steeplechasing world, we had often on quite important courses to face in bad weather the most frightful ground. To ride over heavy ploughed land was quite the rule rather than the exception, and the jumps were often of the rudest character. It is when I contrast this state of things with existing conditions that I feel inclined to use the expression kid-glove style in reference to 130 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY steeplcchasing at the present time. On the other hand, the vast improvement in horses makes great amends for the falling off in these respects. The steeplechase is to-day, as ever, a magnificent form of sport. 1 I doubt, however, whether it would long remain so if the safety-at-any-price party had their way. I have admitted candidly that the posts and rails had drawbacks, but really there are people calling themselves sportsmen, well nigh ready to put an end to jumping altogether. There is the open-ditch scare, which periodically arises. Drawing-room sports- men take exception to the open ditch because, so they declare, no horse can manage it with safety unless regularly educated over a wholly artificial jump ; and it has even been described as a death-trap. When Sly came to grief over the open ditch as we all must expect to do more or less from time to time the Grand National Hunt were adjured to 1 In regard to this question, by the way, Wenty Hope Johnstone, who naturally speaks with great weight on such a subject, wrote very recently to a friend " Horses and jockeys are as good as ever they were : it is a sure sign of increasing years and general want of discrimination when those who have ridden, or owned, try and make out that such is not the case," THE OPEN DITCH 131 do u\vay with it. Lord Queensberry proved conclusively a few years ago that the agitation against the open ditch was a most unreasonable one, instancing the number of times it was negotiated in the Grand National without any casualty. According to my experience, the open ditch is right enough provided a horse has been properly schooled, for naturally out hunting one finds as many ditches on the take-off side as on the landing ; whilst with guard-rails, which most steeplechase courses have, the take- off is much more distinct to the horses. Of course it happens now and then that a most perfect fencer will slip in taking-off. Lord Chancellor, the best of fencers, went wrong thus, and old Champion more recently, at the mature age of twelve years, slipped into the open ditch at Plumpton, where I have on one occasion found myself, and alongside of which poor Billy Sensier was killed. Some say that this ditch at Plumpton is the most formidable in the south of England. But the bulk of "the grief" is simply owing to a lot of half-schooled four-year-olds bringing down other horses. Sly's accident, I was informed by reliable eye-witnesses, was 132 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESFIGNY attributable to the seventy of the pace, which had exhausted the horse, so that a sheep- hurdle would have been as likely to have caused the mischief as the open ditch which actually did so. Before quitting this subject, a few words may be said about the agitation against steeplechasing on the ground that it entails frequent cruelty to animals. Almost as much has been said on this score at various times as on that of damage to the riders. It is moonshine. The number of accidents fatal to man and beast on the steeplechase course are remarkably few, and the sufferings of the latter are, on the whole, as nothing compared to those endured by many a London cab-horse. No pains are spared to get steeplechasers into the most perfect condition. They live in the best stables, and on carefully selected oats and hay, in return for which they are expected to make an effort lasting for a few seconds about a dozen times in the year, and to negotiate fences over which they are constantly schooled. More- over, the pain suffered by horses that do come to grief would seem to have been, except in the case of breakdowns, altogether exaggerated. At all events, I have myself observed a horse with a broken back calmly grazing, though necessarily CHAMPION LODGE STEEPLECHASES 133 unable to move its hind-quarters. A broken leg is comparatively painless until stiffness sets in, and before that, as a rule, a friendly bullet has done its work. The opening meeting of the Champion Lodge Hunt and Military Steeplechases took place about a fortnight after the course was got into final order, namely, on March 30, 1881. The programme consisted of six events, namely, Farmers' Cup, Ladies' Cup, Hunt Cup, Military Cup, Consolation Steeplechase, and a Match. The course was about a mile in length, and there were about half-a-dozen jumps. The fences were regarded as rather stiff ones, the in and out being the most ticklish to negotiate. There was no serious accident, but a fair number of tumbles, and one horse looked as if it were done for, though it ultimately turned out that it was not injured at all. The most popular win was probably that of Billy White, who steered his horse Tommy Dodd to victory in the Hunt Cup. Billy at the time was between fifty and sixty years of age, yet he romped in as he was wont to do at Middlewick. The Ladies' Cup fell to Lady de Crespigny's Wild Georgie, which I rode myself. Cartridge got beaten in the match by Mr. Laurence's Sam, ridden by owner. 134 MEMOIRS OF SIH CLAUDE 1)E CliESPlGNY Previous to this meeting at Champion Lodge, I had been getting my hand in a little over a few local courses. For instance, on September 18, 1880, Wild Georgie carried me to victory in the Officers' Challenge Cup, in the Kegiinental Races, got up by the Loyal Suffolk Hussars at Bury. AVe all rode this cup race twice over, owing to an odd mistake made by Colonel Blake who was leading, and took us the wrong course. The mistake discovered, we had to return, and re-ride the race. It does sometimes happen that in a mist or a bad light a jockey goes round the wrong post by accident. But once at Bury St. Edmunds in a race I was riding in, I could not bring my- self to believe that an opponent who did so was quite unaware of his mistake. In this instance the leading horse went wrong, and whilst the other jockeys in front of me were turning their heads to chaff their friend, they missed a post themselves. Being second, I lodged an objection against one of these jockeys who beat me, and with several witnesses in my favour, including the rider who first went wrong, the decision went against him. Still he swore thick and thin that lie had not done anything of the kind. I accordingly went down the course with him, AN INGENIOUS JOCKEY 135 and pointed out where the thing had taken place. As it happened, I was able to show his horse's footmarks on the wrong side of the post. This seemed conclusive, but still he persevered in his well-played part of injured innocence. "Those are the footmarks, Sir Claude," he ex- claimed, as a last resort, " of a cantering, not a galloping, horse ! " He afterwards got warned off, and is now driving a hansom cab. Many a jockey has lost a good race, more especially no doubt in bad weather, through being deceived by a post. These little things happen much more often than many onlookers may suppose in both racing and steeplechasing, and help to increase the glorious uncertainty of the sport. Billy Bevill once pointed me out a post at a Bibury meeting which he described as one that had been the means of losing more races in its time than any other in England. "Do you see the one I mean?" he asked, pointing it out to me. "Perfectly," I replied. We advanced a few yards. "Do you see it now ? " he asked, and I found that I had quite lost sight of it. Curiously enough, this post won Bevill a race on that very day a few hours later. Jewitt, whilst leading, was deceived by it, and took the favourite, who was following 136 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE D$ CRESPIGNY him, out of the course. That gave Bevill a good lead, which he maintained, winning easily. Earlier in 1881 my mare Cartridge, whom I had purchased in the New Forest from an officer quartered at Christchurch, and brought with me to Essex, won a jumping competition in some sports got up by Major Yeldham at Yeldham. She cleared the hurdles very clean, and so won the prize, though pitted against a decidedly brilliant juniper, who only a short time before was first at the Agricultural Hall with a jump of six feet three inches. On this occasion my opponent " chanced " the hurdles, and so got beaten by Cartridge. I must not omit to mention a remarkable accident to a horse which I witnessed early in the same year, when out with the East Essex near Braxted Park. Huzzar, a horse belonging to my brother, which a friend was riding, got pierced in the stomach by a stake, and died in two minutes, owing doubtless to the severance of an artery. Colonel Holroyd, an old Master of Hounds in my part of the world, was near when the strange accident occurred, and called me back just in time to see the horse fall over, with a stream of blood pouring out of the wound. The injury was A STRANGE ACCIDENT 137 inflicted by a pointed stake, which had evidently been removed from its place in the hedge in order to make a gap. Both ends were pointed, and after removal from the hedge one stuck in the ground, whilst the other was tilted up at an angle of forty-five or so, by the horse's fore-foot, just right for spearing a horse in the stomach. As luck would have it, the horse had been sold only the same day at Brighton. We have happily never had any fatal accident, though now and then a few unimportant ones, on the Champion Lodge course. In 1882, however, I came very near killing Mr. Bruen in a way not altogether dissimilar to that recorded above. In finishing the race for the United Service Cup, my horse, Twelfth Cake, trod on, and struck upwards, the spike of the flag. Bruen was coming up immediately behind me, and the stake grazed his horse's shoulder, actually removing some of the hair without drawing blood. Seeing what had happened, Bruen instantly loosened his grip of the saddle and allowed the lance to pass between his thigh and the saddle-flap. B^e carried the thing a few paces, and then opened his thigh and let it drop a very narrow escape for both horse and rider. 138 MEMOIHS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY A trip to Aldershot in April 1881 was not productive of much sport. I did not take part in the Point to Point Steeplechase on the 13th, which was ridden along the Hog's Back, and finished on a farm of Mr. Shrubb, the present Master of the Tedworth ; whilst a week later Wild Georgie refused, and spoilt any chance I had of winning the steeplechase open to officers of the Auxiliary Cavalry. The next entry in my diary is May 9, 1881. Marcus Beresford and myself repaired to Epsom, I to ride Twelfth Cake. The horse was pur- chased from Marcus, and won some fair races in this and following years. On May 12 Twelfth Cake, with myself up, got first past the post in the Military Steeplechases at Ipswich. In this race Wilson Todd, on Punchbowl, came down at the fence opposite the Stand, and the crowd rushed in apparently ignorant of the fact that there were other horses to come up. I was last up, and to stop was out of the question. Twelfth Cake went in amongst the mob pell- mell, and bade fair to make some human mince- meat. There seemed to be eight or ten of them down at the same time. I know that it occurred to me that about the next place I should find myself in would be a coroner's court instead TWELFTH CAKE* 130 of a racecourse ; but no serious damage seems to have been done, and Twelfth Cake, despite this incident, won the race. On the same day I was successful with Wild Georgie, in a match against Silvertail, who was ridden by the owner. On the following day there was more chasing, and Twelfth Cake was entered for one race. Finding, however, I could not ride the weight, I put up a boy, who rode well enough, but got beaten. On the 14th there was pigeon-shooting, and I won the Kegimental Cup and double rise. Indeed I was in good cup form at this meeting, winning three in all, namely, Swordsmanship, Pigeon-Shooting, and Kegimental. It was at Ipswich that the Duke of Hamilton made a present of Pudding to Wenty Hope John stone. Many people thought that the horse was an utter crock, but after he had passed out of the Duke's hands he won a heap of races. As a six-year-old this horse who was by Brown Bread out of Claretto, and was a half-brother of Twelfth Cake won no less than eleven races, giving on one occasion as much as 10 Ibs. to Johnnie Longtail. Four days later came the Suffolk Yeomanry Cavalry Kaccs, when for the second time running 140 MEMOIRS Off SIR CLAUDE DE CliESPIGNY I won on Wild Georgie the Challenge Cup, and was therefore entitled to keep it. This mare was an undeniably useful one. She was by Rosicrucian out of Bel Esperanza. The former, all racing men know, was one of Sir Joseph Hawley's very best. Walking early in the Seventies from Oxford to Southampton, I looked up Porter at Kingsclere, and he told me that the world had no idea of what a superb horse Rosicrucian really was. He said he wanted to bring him out once more to let people see how good he was, and then put him to stud. Rosi- crucian was brought out after this at Ascot, and won the Ascot Stakes carrying 9 stone, and the Alexandra Plate carrying 9 stone 7 Ibs. He made hacks of all his opponents. Bel Esperauza does not appear to have been a particular flier. Wild Georgie was purchased from old John Tubb, the Winchester dealer, quite a character in his line. Once a horse let out for the day by Tubb bolted with the carriage and its unhappy occupants the best part of the way back from Cranberry Park to Winchester. Arrived home, the hirer remonstrated with the worthy dealer, saying that this was about the hottest specimen of a nag he had ever had, which was saying a good deal, from those stables. OLD JOHN TUBS 141 Thereupon Tubb quietly called his irate customer's attention to the extreme originality displayed in the fixing of the reins, which had been buckled to the rings of the collar. On another occasion Tubb found it more difficult to defend himself. An officer had en- trusted a horse to the dealer, with injunctions to give him a nice loose box, as he needed rest. He returned from leave to the stables before Tubb expected him, and could not see his horse until a team from Hambledon Eaces came in. In that team was his animal. Denunciation ensued : " Well," exclaimed the aggrieved dealer, "if this isn't hard on me, sir. I never can do anything wrong without being found out ! " This meeting of the Suffolk Yeomanry Cavalry was in one respect unfortunate for those taking part therein. All the horses were disqualified for ever afterwards. The event had been sent in a few hours too late to appear in the Calendar. This being so, the best thing for Wild Georgie was to go and try her fortune in a race or two abroad. I saw her off at St. Catherine's Wharf next month, having lent her to a gunner friend, who was keen on winning a race at Spa. He only managed, however, to be placed second. A little incident in connection with an old 142 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY acquaintance of mine, Baker, which took place about this time, will perhaps not be read without interest by the many admirers of that most gallant and excellent soldier. On June 25, 1881, I came to town for the purpose of giving my vote at the " Eag " in the matter of his candidature for re-election. I rather fancy that Baker is the one instance of a member of the "Kag" being re-elected after his resignation. There was rather a strong contingent against him, and as a result the balloting was a close thing. I was with my brother during the balloting, and when his turn came observed that he had selected a light- coloured ball, and was about to flip it carelessly into either pocket. Now though a light-coloured ball, it would if it had gone into the wrong pocket have been counted as a black ball. Fortunately I just warned him in time, and he sent his ball into the right pocket. On a balance there was only a very narrow margin, two or three in favour of Baker, so that if my brother had sent the ball into the wrong pocket it would actually have been a case of rejection. No doubt Baker felt his practical banishment from England acutely, but in a way it was the making of him. I mean it is likely that had it not been for this he would never have had the splendid oppor- PASHA BAKER AND THE RAG BALLOT 143 tunities which actually presented themselves to him in the Russo-Turkish war and in Egypt. Surely the proudest moment of his life must have been when the Colonel of his old regiment re- quested Baker to place himself at its head for a brief while. It is difficult to conceive a greater triumph for an officer than this. Less serious perhaps was the attempt made at the same club some years later by a small clique to get rid of me, because I went to Carlisle to see that no hitch occurred in connection with the execution of three murderers there. An ex-High Sheriff having informed me my name was likely to be pricked for the office of sheriff, I considered that I was not exceeding my duty in seeing to a matter of this kind. The attempt to remove my name from the list of members of the club proved an utter failure. Two V. C. men led the opposition in my favour, and an overwhelming majority voted against my expulsion. In my diary for the summer and early autumn of 1881 were entries concerning cricket matches, of which I rather fancy I was not always magna pars in either batting or bowling lawn- tennis, and haymaking ! In the autumn and winter of the same year I devoted myself more to fox- 144 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY hunting and shooting than to chasing ; but on one occasion I won a race or two at a meeting o at Galley wood Common in October. Cartridge in a match turned the tables on Sam, and Wild Georgie won the Hack Eace. The meeting was of a decidedly hole-and-corner character, and was not held under National Hunt Kules. We never got paid our stakes, and perhaps it served us right for taking part in such a bogus meeting. I recollect amongst other things that the muddled starter asked me how many horses there were at the post ! In those days they were not so mightily particular, and probably experiences similar to my Galleywood Common one have fallen to the lot of a good many men who rode much at that time, and were ready to ride anywhere if there was a chaiice of sport. In its palmy days though, Galleywood had amongst its patrons some very prominent sports- men, such as Admiral Eous, General Wood, Caledon Alexander, and Prince Soltykoff, of whom, alas ! the last-named is alone left to us. Biding through the heavens rather than on the earth took my fancy in the following year. But as my ballooning expeditions have been invariably made in the summer time, aeronautics did not greatly militate against steeplechasing. TWO GREAT JOCKEYS 145 Before 1882 was very old, I had been in the saddle more than once at Epsom, riding Twelfth Cake, Ethiopean, and other horses in Jones' stables. My visits indeed to Epsom all through the Eighties were neither few nor far between, and one and all were directed to the stables of my old mentor Jack Jones. The two best cross-country jockeys at the time when I first seriously addressed myself to steeplechasing in England were, in my opinion, Jack Jones and Bob I'Anson. The former taught me much of what I know about riding. For nine years he was top of the tree amongst cross-country jockeys, a brilliant record. Bewicke and Nightingall are worthy successors of Jones and FAnson. At one time and another a good many criti- cisms, some complimentary, some the reverse, have been passed on my riding, and not long since the Sportsman was discoursing on what is not inaptly called the "free cant back," which has been identified with my style of horsemanship. This so-called " cant back," one of the great and obvious advantages of which is the removal of the weight in jumping from off the horse's shoulder, was eminently characteristic of Jones 7 style of horsemanship, and I suppose I fell into the same style myself from riding so 146 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY much with him a dozen years since. That superb rider, Billy Morris, like Jack Jones, was certainly a believer in the " cant back," and I have noticed the same in Arthur Nightingall, and other amateur and professional riders. Here is the reference in the Sportsman a very friendly one "Do not let any one think that I am holding Sir Claude de Crespigny up as a model steeplechase rider, though I will say this for him none sits better over his fences than he does. I allude specially to the free cant back on landing, which so few ever master. Arthur Nightingall is one of those few, arid I have often thought on seeing him landing over a fence with his horse's croup nearly touching his back, what a lot he must save his mount as compared with the crouched-up images who are never off their horse's shoulders." A sly fellow, when he chose, was Jack Jones. One day, discussing with him the merits of various jockeys, I remarked on the admirable riding of men like Billy Morris and Greville Nugent. " I suppose, Jack," I said, " you don't expect to see many more soldier riders as good as those two ? " " Ah, indeed, no," he replied ; " let's see, sir ; Mr. Greville Nugent ah, yes, I knew the gentleman, and, if I recollect aright, he CHAMPION LODGE STEEPLECHASES ui was killed at S.andown." This was pretty cool, coming from one who not a great while before had admitted before a coroner's jury that he had himself jumped on Nugent, and been the cause of his death. To return to chasing in 1882. On March 13, 1882, we had our Champion Lodge Steeplechases, then becoming a regular annual fixture in the East Anglican sporting world. This year the whole country side turned out to see the sport, and Mai don was quite a howling wilderness. Some thousands of spectators favoured us with their presence, and the vehicles were most re- markable for their variety. "Every sort of vehicle," said a report, " that would run on wheels was there, from the well-appointed barouche and fast drag to the humble cart drawn by the 'poor man's Arabian. 7 " The course was almost the same as in the preceding year, but the events limited to four. Mr. Bruen on his two mounts, Bunny and Cronstadt, and my brother and myself were fortunate enough to share between us the spoils on this occasion. The Hunt Cup produced the best race ; Jimmy, ridden by my brother, beating Twelfth Cake, the favourite, ridden by myself, by a head, after a sharp set-to. 148 MEMOIRS OF Silt CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY At Galley wood, a fortnight later, I won the Baddow Steeplechase on Twelfth Cake, and recol- lect that I beat Mr. Tippler's Lizabeth, which was placed second, owing, to some extent at any rate, to the kind coaching of the late Major Bringhurst, who knew the course far better than most of us. Bringhurst was a good sportsman in very truth, and it is interesting to record the fact that it was he who gave George Fordham his first winning mount on Hampton, 1 a two-year- old, in the Brighton Stakes, forty-four years ago. I sent a picture of the jockey and the horse to the Duke of Beaufort, who was naturally much interested in all relating to Fordham, and it is hung in the smoking-room at Badminton. A lesser event was a match between Wild Georgie and Jimmy, a horse belonging to, and ridden by, my brother. They laid 2 to 1 on my mount, and two hundred yards or so from home Jimmy was done for, and I was suffered to win anyhow. Twelfth Cake came out again in a hurdle race the same day, but was well beaten by Mr. J. Goodwin's Gold Finder. The hardest race I ever rode in and won, was over this course at Galleywood. Part of the 1 Bringhurst may have been part owner, but Hampton ran in the late Captain Christie's colours (all white). B. MAJOR BEINGHUEST HO course was across a field which had been very recently ploughed up by the Derby Digger. It was so heavy that we all had to slack into a slow trot, and when the horses did get on to turf again they were one and all utterly done. I had never dreamt of such heavy going as that in all my steeplechasing philosophy, and hope never to experience anything like it again. The ordi- nary ploughed field was nothing compared to it. . A note concerning the late Major Bringhurst. Though essentially regarded as an Essex sports- man, his residence being near Chelmsford, where he passed away at the age of seventy-three, the Major graduated in horse-training and racing at Brighton. After retiring from the 90th Foot, with whom he had served in South Africa and India, he settled clown in Sussex, and devoted his attention to thoroughbreds. Then later he migrated to us in Essex, where he speedily became a general favourite. After a while he came to be regarded as quite the Nestor of horse-racing in East Anglia, and was in great demand as steward at Essex meetings, as also at others outside the county. He stuck to the saddle as a fox-hunter till late in life. There were other things besides horse-racing and training at which the Major was an expert. He 150 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY was particularly clever as a turner and carver, and in many Essex houses are treasured up as mementoes little specimens of his handiwork. At Harlow, on April 12, 1882, I could only manage second honours in the Open Steeple- chase, but did better at the Suffolk Yeomanry Cavalry, on May 13, in the last races I was destined to ride that year owing to the ballooning accident at Maldon. Twelfth Cake carried me to victory in the Hunt Cup, in which Mr. Rodwell's Cronstadt, ridden by Mr. Bruen, was second, whilst on the same mount I was second in another event the open race. Lyndon, however, was disqualified, so I secured this race also. Though fully recovered, save for a limp, from the injuries sustained in the ballooning mishap in June 1882, recorded elsewhere, I was not sorry of an opportunity of a complete change of air, scenery, and sport, which a shooting and yachting expedition to the Mediterranean offered. Early in November I started for Corfu, to join Joe Bagot of the 60th, my frequent sniping com- panion in India days, and Lord Churston. They had gone out to the scene of action by P. and 0., having made arrangements to meet their yacht on the other side of the Bay. Our prime object SHOOTING EXPEDITION TO EUROPE 151 was the shooting of woodcock and pig in Albania. The cock shooting in this part of the world is some of the best in Europe, but we knew before- hand that it varied very much from year to year. One season you may bag sixty, seventy, or even a hundred couple of cock a day ; while the next, perhaps not more than fifteen couple may be killed. The latter bag, however, is, or was a dozen years ago, decidedly, I should say, below the average. Bagot, who is great in the practical art of equipment and outfit for sportsmen, recommends for sport in Albania and adjacent lands one or two guns and a good service revolver. A rifle he is inclined to regard as a superfluous weapon, because for pig or deer an ordinary smooth-bore No. 12 is usually more effective than the best Express bullet manufactured. As a proof of this he gives an instance of where he once put two bullets from an Express rifle through a boar at about twenty yards 7 distance, the only apparent result being an acceleration of the brute's pace. A little later the boar fell to a shot from a 12-bore handled by a member of the party, and when examined, it turned out that both Express bullets had passed clean through without touching any vital part. The 152 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY ammunition difficulty, as I found during the present year when on a shooting expedition in Spain, is not very easy of solution. Cartridges and powder should be sent out in the yacht, as there are great difficulties experienced in getting them through the continent. Three or four thousand cartridges, with a supply of bullets, slugs, etc., should suffice for a shoot of a few weeks' duration. Stout clothes are needed, as the cover in Albania is of a very thorny character. Some strongly advocate taking out English dogs, 1 either cockers or spaniels, but it is a moot point whether it is not better to leave the native beaters to provide them. A beater is paid from 12 to 14 a month, and for this he is expected to supply dogs both for cock and pig shooting. A small medicine chest may be useful, and a supply of quinine. Our yacht, the JEva, which Bagot found for the trip, was 130 tons, with a crew of eight, besides two stewards and a cook. Bagot was rather afraid that my game leg might seriously hamper my movements over the rough ground we were about to shoot, but when I reached Corfu, where I had agreed to meet him, I scouted 1 Good retrievers are invaluable in Albania, where I was one of a party that had great sport in 1843. B. SPORT IN THE EAST 153 such an idea. Our first beats were at Butrinto and Vrarna, and* resulted in moderate bags of cock, widgeon, and snipe, with an odd quail or two. It was very pretty mixed shooting, with plenty of diversity and incident. One incident in which Churston played a prominent part afforded us much amusement, though it might have had a serious ending. A shot from the top of a green ivy-covered bush attracted the attention of Bagot. He repaired to the spot to find Churston perched in the bush, and surrounded by a pack of savage Albanian dogs. 1 They were speedily driven off, and then Churston told how he had been suddenly, and for no earthly reason, attacked by one dog which he managed to beat off. It retired only to bring up a strong reinforce- ment. Churston was then pressed so hard that he was compelled to back to the nearest tree, keeping the furious brutes off as well as he could with the muzzle of his gun. When 1 No Albanian dog will touch you if you sit down on the ground. It requires nerve to do it. In 1843 an Elliot (a son of Lord Minto's) shot a dog : he was called Skettee (modern Greek for dog) ever after. A party of five of the 1st Batt. Rifle Brigade including a cousin of Stirling Craw- f urd's, Captain Edward Somerset, Lieutenant Gibson (killed in Kaffir War, about 1849), and Elliot had to retire like skirmishers to their boat, in two lines, close to Butrinto. B. 154 MEMO IPS OF STB CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY ho reached the tree he returned the onslaught with interest, and then made a dash up into the lowest branch, one dog actually taking a piece out of his coat as he whisked out of reach. These Albanian dogs are of a most vicious breed, but their masters set great store by them, and have no scruple about kniving any stranger who kills one. Water-fowl shooting we found an interesting form of sport at Butrinto, our first bag con- sisting of twenty-two ducks, besides teal and divers, with a few snipe. At Pagania we had our first boar drive. Nine or ten Albanians, all armed to the teeth as though they were going into battle, were employed as beaters, and these men brought a dog or so a-piece. The head beater decided on the place of action, and stationed us at various points. Then all being ready, at a given signal the drive com- menced, and wild shouts, varied by the occasional discharge of a pistol, marked the progress of the beaters. Suddenly the dogs would give tongue, the beaters raise a greater uproar than ever, and one or perhaps several black objects dart through the underwood at such a rate as to be scarcely distinguishable. A boar will carry a good deal of lead, and two or three shots would be WILD BOAR 155 .sometimes needed to bring one to book. It is a stirring siglit to see the wounded animal dart out of its retreat with great flakes of foam flying from its tusks, and its eyes gleaming like fire-balls. Unless speedily found by the gunners, a wounded one will attract a crowd of hungry vultures and jackals. A few days after our first hunt, the head beater dis- covered a couple of tusks, which were about all that remained of a pig we had hit several times, but had not successfully followed up. Nor was the sport confined to the game already mentioned. Besides boar, cock, snipe, and water-fowl, one of the party went eagle- shooting with success. Near Dragomastre there was some very pretty shooting at pigeons. At a cave we waited for the birds to come in after feeding. In point of numbers our sport was very far behind that once enjoyed by Lord Londesborough on the Nile, when he killed hundreds of birds with his ordinary 12-bore in a single day ; but none the less it was excellent fun bringing down these wild blue rock, which were as quick as lightning. The country, by the way, in this district was, and very likely is now, rather barbarous, the populace being of a distinctly cut-throat disposition, and 156 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRE8PIGNY by no means above a little brigandage on occasions. It is advisable to go about well armed, and if possible in a party. The first chases in which I engaged after returning from this shooting expedition in the East, were at Chelmsford on April 5, 1883. I won the Steeplechase Plate that day, beating Chance P. Tippler up my mount being Twelfth Cake, whom shortly before the race I had made a present of to my brother. I also was victorious in the Military Steeplechase on Pictus, a horse belonging to Percy Coke of the 15th. Bohemia, ridden by the owner, George Hayhurst, was second ; and Mr. Chaston's Wild Irishman, ridden by Mr. Beever, third in this race. As a rule when your horse makes a mistake in steeplechasing it is all over so far as that par- ticular race is concerned, unless your opponents also blunder. This fact has been borne in upon me again and again in the course of my quarter of a century's experience of racing. But ex- ceptions there are now and then that prove the rule. This race at Chelmsford was one of these, for Pictus came down as we were jumping in and out of the course. I was just picking myself up when another horse jumped right into A WIN AFTER A FALL 157 my saddle, and struck me clear of my horse, at the same time coming down itself. Whereupon my horse trotted away down the course. I gave chase, caught him up, remounted, and went in pursuit of the other horses that had passed us. I came up with them in a few hundred yards, and just beating Bohemia, who was trained in the same stable as Pictus, won the race. That was a field-day, by the bye, for our stable, which was in the hands of Jack Jones. Between us we managed to win four out of five races, not entering in the fifth. I won two, "Billy" Morris a third, and George Hayhurst of the Fusiliers the fourth. The owner of Pictus was so pleased at the result of this race, that he presented me with a pair of silver candlesticks, which recall not the least pleasant memories amongst my various sporting trophies. Percy Coke is a rare driver, and when put on his mettle pretty reckless of consequences. I hope he will not be offended if I illustrate this by a story which certainly does him no dis- credit. Driving to Aldershot station, he found the road, which was being repaired, blocked by a pole stretched across it. He asked a navvy, who was on guard, to remove the impediment 158 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY to allow of his getting to the station. The man flatly refused. Percy therefore, remarking that his horse was "good at timber," drove him at it. There was an upset, followed by a general set-to, as this headlong intrusion was resented by the road -menders. The navvy went for Percy : Percy gave him a coup de pied, as he stooped to pick up a brickbat, which sent him flying head foremost into his own heap of mortar. Another time he was driving to the same station after some steeplechases. As we whirled round a corner, more on one wheel than two, we passed Billy Morris. His face was a treat ; " poor Claude ! " it seemed to say, " he's survived the steeplechases, only to be killed by Percy Coke's mad driving." Twelfth Cake continued to flourish after passing out of my hands, and won the Aldershot Cup with my brother up a week after the Chelmsford Chases. My new love was Shepardess, a mare my brother and I pur- chased from Jones. Shepardess began pretty well, winning for me Brassey's Cup at Sevenoaks in May 1883, when she started 7 to 4 on, and won by twenty lengths. My chief opponents were so dead beat on this occasion, the going being heavy, that both horse and rider appeared SHEPAlWJMti WINS BJtA&iEFi* CUP 159 to run their heads clean into a clover rick just off the course. In the summer of this year I rode on the flat at the Bibury meeting, Shepardess being matched against Morning Star, the property of Fred Beauclerk. I walked over, and this was the only win if it can be so called that the mare scored after Brassey's Cup. She was a roarer, and turned out quite a failure, never doing anything afterwards. "Give a dog a bad name and hang him." The downward grade, swift and sure, of the late Marquess of Ailesbury, afforded, I think, an excellent object lesson in the truth of this old saw. Ailesbury, as a matter of fact, never had a chance of retrieving himself. He began to go wrong, and at once everybody's voice was raised against him. Yet to start with he was an excellent good fellow, and a thorough gentleman. Knowing this full well, I ventured to make a stand for him when he was going downhill so awfully quick. I worked hard to get him elected a member of the Bibury Club, and elected he actually was. Unfortunately it came too late. He had sunk too deep in the slough of evil companionship, and nothing could save him. The public have never seen any 160 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY save the dark side of Ailesbury, and they formed their estimate of him on that alone. But there was plenty of good in the fellow at one time, and I shall always believe that the hue and cry were responsible for his ultimate utter degradation. It is only fair to say that what influence his wife had over him when he began going altogether wrong was salutary. A few words from her could, and often did, stop a volley of oaths. No doubt the Jockey Club knew what they were doing when they warned Ailesbury off, and had more evidence against his past career on the turf than was actually divulged. But I must say that he was overtly condemned for directions which are, as a matter of fact, used again and again by owners to jockeys without getting them into trouble. " Cut it fine " is often the injunction given to a perfectly straight jockey by an equally straight owner. It has been given to me on at least one occasion when I have been riding for another man. At Galley wood I can recollect being asked by the owner of the horse I was riding not to come away till over the last fence. I carried the injunction out faithfully, and won without taking it too much out of my mount. It was A POSTCARD FROM GORDON 161 rather amusing to see the glowing accounts of my horsemanship in the papers, which declared that I just managed to win with fine judgment, etc. Sporran by Grouse, out of a half-bred mare, proved at least a better investment than the jade Shepardess. The first race he won me was the Steeplechase Plate at Chelmsford in March 1884. I found I could not ride the weight myself, so put up a gunner, who won the race for me. The Champion Lodge Steeplechases were on April 1 this year. We had as usual a goodly concourse of Essex folk, with more than a sprinkling of people from beyond our own neighbourhood. Sir Charles Staveley was amongst our guests. His relations with Gordon are familiar to many people, and it may be worth noticing that one of the very last commu- nications through the post ever received by an Englishman from the General in beleaguered Khartoum, came into the hands of Sir Charles on the Champion Lodge Course during the annual steeplechases. It came in the shape of a post- card, and caused a considerable sensation, every- body's mind at the time being full of Gordon. The Stewards included the Duke of Hamilton, 162 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESP1GNY the Marquess of Queensberry, and Colonel Byrne ; Charley Page Wood acted as both starter and clerk of the scales ; whilst Holroyd was judge. As usual we had glorious weather our steeple- chases have always been most fortunate in this respect and some fair sport. There were eight events on the card, including a match between Wild Georgie and Bizpah, which did not however come off, as the latter went lame. The first race was the Point to Point, over which there were some brisk speculation, the bookmaking fraternity being present in force. Sporran, with myself up, started a pretty hot favourite 6 to 4 on after his recent victory at Chelmsford. It turned out anything but a hollow thing, however, as Waggoner, the third favourite, ridden by Mr. Fell owes, the brother of the owner, Mrs. Coope, was beaten by no more than a neck. The Coopes' stable was more fortunate in the Hunt Cup and the Conso- lation, both of which they secured, the first with Pat, steered by Billy Morris, and the second with Jack, steered by Mr. Bod well. Lady de Crespigny's Zante started favourite for the Ladies' Cup, but I did not succeed in getting placed, the event falling to Mrs. Beid's Lady Alice, ridden by Mr. Fellowes. Sporran RACE MEETING AT IPSWICR 163 had a walk over for the Loyal Suffolk Hussars' Cup, and Mr. Rust's Architect won the Farmers' Cup, starting second favourite. April 3, 1884, Ipswich. Here I won the Sudbourne Plate Hurdle Race on a recent purchase of my brother's, Elmina. Jack Jones was present, and there had been some talk as to whether he or I should ride the mare. I gave him his choice, acknowledging the superiority of his horsemanship by pointing out that if he rode she would start 2 to 1 on, and if I rode then the odds would probably be 3 to 1 against. This reasoning appeared to Jones to be sound, and he voted in favour of my having the mount. The only dangerous horse came to grief at the first flight of hurdles, and after that there was not much doubt, in my own mind at any rate, as to the result, though there appeared to have been some in others. The mare won easily enough. Possibly had it not been for a mistake made by Grayson, who was killed only quite recently, in this race Elmina might have been pressed a little bit more, though I do not think, bar accidents, she could have lost. At the last flight Grayson rode at the outside hurdle, and was carried over the rope. Personally, I have always made a rule on Ipswich racecourse, when 164 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY there were no wings at the hurdles, of riding at about the centre hurdle. A change of scene next found me on April 1, 1884, at the Vale of White Horse Steeplechases, where I could not do better than get third place in the open chases on Mytton's Maid, who was a bit thick in the wind. The following month, however, I won on Captain Barkley's Hurdy Gurdy in the Eegimental Races at Ipswich, and so wound up the spring chasing season of 1884 with a measure of success. This race was on May 23, and on the following day Simmons and myself made an ascent in the " Colonel," and after a voyage of four hours and seven minutes came down, not without a narrow escape, between St. Ives and Huntingdon. Thus I made three eventful balloon voyages in three successive years, 1882, 1883, and 1884. Perhaps I may boast of having achieved a world's record in winning a race and making a balloon ascent well within the space of twenty- four hours. Though attending at Stockbridge in the summer of 1884, I did not ride on the flat, but contented myself with being a spectator of the sport, and in taking part in the Bibury Ballot. The next entry in my diary is as follows : " Wye. Won STEEPLECHASINCr AND BALLOONING 165 Selling Hurdle Kace on Baron Hill : to London for Balloon Centenary afterwards." This Baron Hill was bred by Sir Kichard Bulkeley at Baron Hill. He was an own brother of the mare Elmina. Jones and I differed a good deal in relation to this horse, I believing him to be honest, and Jones being equally positive that he was a rogue. I took him as I found him, and with me the horse always behaved well enough. However, nothing would dissuade Jones, who still viewed Baron Hill with disapproval after he had been entered in this Wye Selling Kace and had won it. A short time before Jones had ridden him at Chandler's Ford, a course near Winchester and just outside Cranberry Park, which has since been abolished. I gave him ten sovereigns to put on the horse, but saw none of it back, as he got badly beaten. After the Wye race Baron Hill passed into the hands of Arthur Yates, and, beyond winning one small race for him, seems to have done very little good. Curiously enough, a brother officer was riding to hounds somewhere in the Midlands on a horse lent, I suppose, by a friend. It behaved anything save well, and the thought suddenly flashed across him, " Why this must be Baron Hill ! " When he looked into the matter, he felt convinced that he had 166 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY stumbled on the truth, and told me so the next time we met. He had known the animal in its chasing career, and when it belonged to me. As mentioned in an earlier chapter, I usually make a rule, like many other jockeys, of critically examining a course before riding. But on this occasion at Wye I had not time to do so. I therefore followed in the wake of Sensier the first time round, when his horse broke down. By that time I had learnt all I need know about the course, and was enabled to win my race. I repaired to this Wye meeting with Arthur Yates, who was running a horse there in the first race against mine, and rather fancied him too. The trains, we found, ran so unkindly that I deemed it to be practically impossible for me to be in time to ride Baron Hill myself, and therefore wired to Billy Morris, asking him to do so. But there were professional jockeys riding in the race, and had Morris complied with my request, he would have lost his weight allowance in Irish steeplechases. As a matter of fact, though it was a great rush, I did arrive on the course at Wye just in the nick of time to ride. Jack Jones, hearing of the incident afterwards, remarked that I was luckier than he and his friends were on one occasion, when, having ASSAULTED AT WYE 167 missed the train, they had a special, put three hundred on their horse, and got beaten a head. At Wye once I recollect being assaulted in rather a curious way, though perfectly un- conscious of having injured or offended anybody. As the crowd rushed over the course at the end of a race, a fellow struck my horse with con- siderable force ; I charged right into the crowd after him, and in so doing got a tremendous cut across the thigh from another man, probably his pal. I suppose they were wild at my not having won the race in which they may have backed me. A first-class rider, and the straightest of jockeys, was poor Sensier, whose death in harness we were all deploring a year ago. On a good horse he had scarcely a superior in the steeple- chasing world, though on a bad one there were one or two rivals, notably Dollery, who were generally admitted to be stronger. An item concerning Yates : Once at a meet- ing at Somerleyton, Sir Savile Crossley's place near Lowes toft, I did not miss a single race. I rode eight out of eight, winning two and being placed second in several others. This record pales, as probably do all others, before that of Arthur Yates, who once at Kingsbury rode seven races in the day and won them all! CHAPTEE V "IN THE CENTRAL BLUE" A fascinating pursuit Balloons in the Franco-Prussian War Burnaby's Crystal Palace ascent The anti- balloonists The spirit of adventure The delights of aerial travelling The tranquillity of the heavens Sublime scenery Over London by night General Brine and Simmons fail Burnaby's theory Simmons and I prepare to make an ascent A terrible blunder The Maldon accident Simmons starts alone His trans-Channel trip What the Press said of the accident The Powell disaster The Coxwell disaster The value of ballooning A kind message Quick balloon travelling I resolve to try the Channel again Simmons brings the " Colonel " to Maldon A bad outlook " Will you go or not 1 " A majestic ascent A glorious " Kathorama " Hushing into a dense mist Some beautiful effects What Flammarion once saw Mirages of the air A wild rush heaven- wards Over the land once more Just escape the top of a cottage An enthusiastic crowd The only jarring note Burnaby's trip across the Channel A nice kind of send off A rapid descent At a dead standstill The "Mad Englishman's" method A demonstrative old lady Quite a ballooning district The tragic end of Simmons An ascent from Bury St. Edmunds A narrow escape in the air Blanchard's 168 A FASCINATING PURSUIT 169 feat Alighting on a blazing chimney A really dreadful position Burnaby's unachieved ambition Messrs. Coxwell and Glaisher in trouble An adven- ture of Simmons's People who would go a-ballooning Ballooning over Epsom Dale His fatal accident The romantic side of ballooning M. L'Hoste Caught in a storm and lost Some notable trips The risks of ballooning Military balloons Aeronautic dreamers "Le Torpilleur " The virtues of cold tea A humorous ballooning incident. IT was not until the year 1882, some time after I had finally settled down in my Essex home, that I first began to seriously turn my atten- tion to ballooning, and resolved to engage in this most fascinating and exciting pursuit. I had seen, however, something of ballooning many years before, during the Franco-Prussian War, when, as I have already stated, we used to ride after, and shoot at, the bold aeronauts who ascended from Paris during the siege. Altogether sixty-six of these balloons were sent up from Paris, and they held 168 persons. Fifty-two fell in France, five in Belgium, four in Holland, two in Prussia, whilst two came clown into the sea. The number which fell into the hands of the Prussians was eighteen, some of which were more or less riddled by our bullets. Gambetta, it may be recollected, ventured to ascend from Paris in one of these 170 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY balloons, and, for what I know, he may have been shot at. One balloon, named " Ville d'Orleans," actually crossed the water safely, and came down on November 25, 1870, in Norway. The aeronaut in this case was a Monsieur Eollin. He made his descent close to Christiania, after having travelled no less than 750 leagues a remarkable voyage, which he accomplished in rather less than fifteen hours. The remains of a balloon were, a long while after the last of these ascents, discovered in Iceland. It was supposed that it had come thither from Paris. The balloons sent up by the besieged Parisians contained upwards of ten and a half million letters, etc., some of which were duly answered by the aid of carrier pigeons. Colonel Burnaby had more than once dilated to me on the pleasures to be derived from ballooning, and this, combined with what I saw during the siege of Paris, had much to do with my resolve to become an aeronaut. Burnaby, like most other aeronauts, has been often accused of recklessness and utter disregard of danger, but it cannot be denied that he applied himself to the scientific side of ballooning. It is rather more than twenty years since he made a notable ascent CRYSTAL PALACE ASCENT 171 in the company of an enthusiastic fellow-officer in the Guards, from the Crystal Palace. Burnaby on that occasion tried a machine which he had himself devised with the idea of ascertaining the course of the wind above the clouds, when the earth was concealed. I cannot say that the machine was ever used to my knowledge by such skilled aeronauts as Dale and Simmons, but the trial in question was described at the time as a decidedly satisfactory one. So great is the dread entertained by many people of exposing themselves to the slightest danger of accident though the same persons often think nothing of leading the most unhealthy lives, of destroying the digestion, and shattering the whole nervous system by almost every means in their power that it is easy to under- stand the abhorrence and even contempt with which ballooning is regarded in some quarters. Every person who ventures off the solid earth must be prepared to hear of himself being described as a madman. In the same way the boldest mountaineers lay themselves open to the charge of being crazy, and Arctic explorers are often placed in the same category. Of old we were accustomed to regard the pleasures and perils of exploration on land and sea, as well as in the 172 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY sky, in a very different spirit. It is not too much to say, that many of the greatest discoveries of modern times, which have increased the resources and the wealth of mankind, would not have been made, except for a dauntless spirit of adventure. Had Columbus entertained the exaggerated dread of exposing himself to unknown danger, which is too noticeable a feature of to-day, he would not have paved the way for the opening up of continents. It can certainly not be said that he undertook the discovery of the New World from commercial objects or for purely scientific purposes. The spirit of adventure and of daring and suffering all things moved him, as, according to the delightful old Greek tradition, it moved Ulysses, even in his extreme old age, to leave sceptre and isle, and " sail beyond the sunset " in search of a newer world. It is possible, however, that if some of the least adventurous people could only realize the unspeakable splendour which so swiftly opens out to the gaze of the aerial traveller, they would admit that ballooning has great and natural attractions. The sensations the aeronaut ex- periences in the ascent, and during his voyage through the skies, are pleasurable beyond descrip- tion. The motion of the balloon is perfectly DELIGHTS OF AtitilAL TRAVELLING 173 smooth and easy, no matter how quickly the wind is travelling, which is to be accounted for by the fact that the balloon goes with the wind. There is not the slightest resistance to the air, and consequently no disagreeable motion. On the perfect tranquillity that prevails in the heavens I have dwelt elsewhere. In the descent a jarring is sometimes experienced, and of course both before the balloon has got fairly away from the earth, and also after it has in coming down been impeded by the grapnel or by unwel- come obstacles, sensations may be experienced the reverse of agreeable. Indeed the great majority of the accidents occur in the ascent and descent. So remarkable is this tranquil and easy motion through the air, that the aeronaut is o * scarcely aware of the rate at which he is travel- ling. Mr. Green, the well-known balloonist, was once carried away at lightning speed by a furious whirlwind, and yet knew nothing about it. He was even unaware that he was moving at exceptional speed ! Not till he ap- proached the earth, and marked there the fury of the wind which threatened to tear the grapnel from its hold, did he realize the situation. As to the scenery which the aeronaut enjoys, 174 MEMOIRS Off SIR CLAUDE DE GRESP1GNY it is often beautiful beyond compare. The rising and the setting sun as seen by the balloonist are more brilliant and thousand-hued than even the mind of Turner conceived. Mr. Glaisher saw both spectacles. He witnessed the sun rising on an autumnal morning. Ascending slowly above the clouds, the aeronaut saw the sun rise, flooding with light the whole extent of cloudland beyond, which glistened under its beams like a lake of pure gold. " Grouped around the car," he said, " both above and below, there were clouds of alpine character sloping to their bases in glistening light, or towering upwards in sheets of shining vapour, which, added the charm of contrast to the splendid tints of sunrise." Then suddenly the clouds spread round ocean-like, and continually chang- ing their forms, " suddenly gathered themselves into mountain heaps and closed all around, hiding the sun in neutral-tinted gloom." Quite as dazzling in its splendour was a sunset once seen by Tissandier when ballooning over France ; but perhaps Mr. Glaisher was most fortunate of all aerial voyagers, when he once viewed London at night. The air was perfectly clear, and the great city, with its millions of lights, Looked a very Milky Way of the earth. So free DRIFTING OUT TO StiA 17:> from mist and fog was the atmosphere, that he was able to "distinctly see persons moving along Oxford Street, with their very shadows cast upon the pavements. General Brine's unsuccessful attempt to reach the French coast in 1882, and Burnaby's suc- cessful one in March of the same year, made me impatient to cross the water myself, either the Channel or the North Sea. Brine in the company of Simmons made an ascent from Canterbury early in 1882, with the object of crossing over to the French coast, but owing to a sudden and quite unlooked-for change in the wind a danger which the aeronaut of course cannot guard against drifted out to the North Sea. The aeronauts therefore had to take to the water, where fortunately they were picked up by the Foam. Burnaby cherished the belief that under certain conditions the aeronaut might be able to overcome a difficulty such as Brine and Simmons experienced when the wind suddenly began to change and blow them out toward the German Ocean. He said he believed that when the wind was blowing in one direction at a certain height in the atmosphere, it would very likely be blowing in a directly contrary 176 MEMOIRS OF Sill CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY direction at another one. Thus, liis idea was, that the aeronaut might in many cases, finding the wind against him, ascend to a much greater height, and try his luck there. Unfortunately this cannot always be done with safety, as Messrs. Cox well and Glaisher found out. It would be a rash experiment to make when placed as Brine and Simmons were, for suppos- ing they had ascended to a great height, and still found the wind in the same direction, the delay of a few minutes might have cost both of them their lives. Early in June 1882 my own arrangements were complete for a trip across the water. Simmons, the brave and skilful aeronaut, with whom I made all my later ascents, arrived at Maldon on June 10th, 1882, with his balloon, and next day the process of inflation was com- menced. My sister Agnes, not to be deterred by the experiences of Madame Durouf, 1 fully intended to accompany us, but Simmons decided that it would be advisable to take as much ballast as possible, and our plan had accord- ingly to be modified in this respect. As the morning wore on Simmons began to entertain serious doubts as to quite a different matter. 1 See Appendix, p. 371. A TERRIBLE BLUNDER 177 The wind, though in the right direction, blowing towards Calais, was very boisterous, and under these circumstances the aeronaut thought it his duty to warn me through Mr. Waller, who was managing the preparations, against making the ascent at all. I could not think, however, of putting off the expedition, and resolved, come what might, to brave the breeze. So between twelve and one o'clock, in the presence of a great concourse of people, including Lady de Crespigny and several members of my family, we got into the car, and at once attempted the ascent. Everything would have no doubt gone off right enough had the men who were holding down the balloon released her at the right moment, just when Simmons gave the order. They delayed ; and as a consequence the car was dragged across the field, and dashed with great violence against a brick wall. All this occurred in considerably less time than it takes to write it. Directly I perceived that a dangerous collision was inevitable, unless it could be averted by a great effort of strength at the critical moment, I took up as firm a position as possible, and sitting on the side of the car endeavoured with my left leg to push 178 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY off from the wall. The task was probably beyond human strength, and, as it was, my leg was crushed between the car and the balloon. Curiously enough, I was not fully conscious of the injury I had sustained till I felt the bones grating, and glancing down, saw that my foot was at right angles to its natural position. A friend was standing close by amongst the specta- tors, and I remarked to him " My leg's broken." He leant over the side of the balloon, and took hold of the right leg. I said, " No, not the right, the left one." There now seemed to be every prospect of the balloon getting away, and I did not like the idea of a trip across the Channel with a broken leg. To say nothing of the dis- comfort of a journey under such circumstances, there would probably be danger in the descent, which often entails a good deal of jarring. I therefore managed to raise myself by means of the ropes on to the side of the car, and was then assisted out backwards. An examination showed that my leg was broken in two places just above the ankle, and that the fracture was of the compound order. Unfortunately I was not the only person who was injured by the mishap. There were several men clinging to the car at the time it dragged THE MALDON ACCIDENT 179 across the field, and one man was crushed as by the wheels of Juggernaut against the wall. Two of his ribs were broken, and he was in a very bad way until attended to by Dr. Gutteridge, who also treated me very skilfully. One or two other persons were slightly damaged, nor did Simmons himself escape scot free. His arm was hurt, and, to use his own words, his side "seemed to be caved in." Apparently not recognizing exactly what had happened to me in the confusion and excitement which took place when the car struck against the wall, Simmons called out, "Tell Sir Claude to get in." Learning what had happened, he none the less resolved, and in my opinion rightly so, to make the ascent alone. My sudden removal from the car had left him in a some- what awkward position. But he managed to replace my weight with some ballast at hand, and then in a lull effected a capital ascent. I was lying down in the field with my head propped up, and with great interest, and greater disappointment at my own inability to take part in the voyage, saw him dart up into the sky. From the short account which Simmons supplied of his trans-Channel trip, it seems that 180 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY his chief difficulty was to keep sufficiently high to clear all impediments, and yet be able to see where he was going. The clouds were exceedingly low, so that it was not at all easy to do this. He heard the sound of the breakers soon after the start, the balloon travelled at a tremendous pace, and this satisfied him that the wind was a true one from the earth's surface to a great altitude. Upon dipping below the clouds he ventured down to have a look at the sea. The sound of the breakers had then ceased, but presently it was repeated. He could just dimly perceive a sandy coast-line in front, and concluded that he must be right for France. Presently the balloon dipped again below the clouds, and the aeronaut found that he was over land. He guessed it to be Kent, and in a few minutes more was able to distinguish Deal, which lay a little to the east. It was next to impossible to keep low enough to be under the clouds, so as to see the coast-line around, and at the same time be high enough to be sure of getting a good sweep over it. At 1.45 Simmons was right over the Calais- Douvres steamer, and could see the passengers waving excitedly to him, as people always will to an aeronaut. Twelve minutes after passing A TUANS-CHANNEL TRIP 181 over the English chalk cliffs he was over the French coast. He was then so near Calais as to be able to distinguish all its streets and public buildings. The water safely crossed, he took off his cork jacket without which no balloonist who knows his business makes an ascent near the sea and meditated a trip inland. But suddenly recollecting that my accident and removal from the balloon had left him with very scanty pecuniary resources, he decided to come to anchor as soon as possible. He looked out for a landing place, but for some time could see no hedge or ditch on his track suitable for the purpose. Nothing was passed save fields divided by different crops of corn. After Simmons had gone as he supposed about a hundred miles into France a large city was reached. The inhabitants rushed out into the principal square to witness the strange sight. Floating over them at a height of about six hundred feet he asked in French, " What's the name of this place ? " and the reply came "Arras." A few miles outside the city he descended, and after dragging a long distance over some level ground, and damaging the crops, he crippled the balloon, and managed to get out of the car in safety. He had traversed one 182 MEMOIRS OF tilll CLAUDE DE QRESPIGNY hundred and seventy miles in slightly over an hour and a half. The incidents of this ascent supplied the newspapers with some excellent " copy " at a not over exciting period, and one or two of them rather ungratefully, it has occurred to me ! censured us severely for what they were pleased to regard as our foolhardiness. The fact is, there was a kind of anti-balloon scare just about this time. To General Brine's mis- adventure allusion has been made. Then some years previously two French aeronauts had perished in the higher atmospheric regions whilst directing the balloon " Zenith." But far fresher in the mind of the public than any other aeronautic disaster was the fatal ascent of Mr. Walter Powell at Bath. With regard to this particular disaster, it has always seemed to me that Mr. Powell and his two colleagues, Major Templar who was afterwards in charge of the ballooning in the war in Egypt and Mr. Gardner, made mistakes of a kind which the least experienced aeronaut ought to avoid. It was said that they intended crossing the water. If so it was little short of madness to start as they did late in the afternoon, light, as every one can understand, being a sine qua THE POWELL DISASTER 183 non to the safety of the balloonist. Then to deliberately endeavour to leave the car as it dragged along the ground, as was done in this case, was to invite a catastrophe. It appears that the aeronauts, finding themselves going out to sea, resolved to leave the car, if needs be, whilst the balloon was still in motion. The balloon was accordingly brought to earth close to Bridport. There was nothing to make the grapnel fast to, so the balloon dragged or skimmed along the ground. To leave the balloon whilst it was so moving was something like getting out of a train going at a good pace. Mr. Gardner in leaping out fractured his leg, but Major Templar with great good fortune managed to reach the ground with- out injuring himself. The balloon, relieved of the weight of the two men, shot up again, and Mr. Powell had not time to join his com- panions. It passed over the cliffs and floated away to sea. Mr. Powell when last seen by his companions was clinging on outside the car. In a minute or two he disappeared alto- gether from view, and never more was seen by mortal eye. His precise fate must therefore remain for all time uncertain. What the party clearly ought to have done when they found 184 MEMOIRS OF Sill CLAUUE DE CHESPIGNY themselves going over the cliffs was to come down in the sea, and then with their cork jackets on swim to shore. The Maldon ascent ^ and accident were "leadered" in most of the great dailies. The Times had a long and on the whole as well- informed an article as one expects from the greatest newspaper in the world. But I took leave to entirely disagree with its statement, that the skilled aeronaut can hardly ever be a scientific observer. The ascents which I have made within the last twelve years or so have led me to think that the science of ballooning may be as yet quite in its infancy, and that the aeronaut may in the future become indispensable from a military point of view. The science of ballooning, as the Times truly remarked in its article, is passing slow, a hundred years of experiment having led to little improvement in contrivance. But it must be borne in mind that the number of people who have concerned themselves in practical aeronautics has been very small. Moreover, ballooniog is unfortun- ately a decidedly costly thing. I found thatj the expense of my various trips, exclusive of doctors' bills, averaged not much under fifty pounds. VALUE OF BALLOONING 185 That a ruler with his eyes so wide open as the German Emperor should have recently given for scientific purposes a large sum sixty thou- sand marks to the Berlin Aeronautic Society, certainly does not point to the fact that ballooning is regarded as useless. Doubtless the Emperor acted upon the recommendations of some of the leading German scientists in making this gift a year or two ago. It is worthy of remark too, that the Society have expended a goodly part of the sixty thousand marks on instruments for making scientific observations from balloons. The re- mainder has been spent, I believe, on construct- ing a new balloon far bigger than any hitherto manufactured. The injury I sustained in the Maldon ascent left me liors de combat for many a weary week. From Saturday, June 10, to Saturday, July 29, my diary is a dismal blank. On the latter day I went down-stairs, and drove to Witham. Two days afterwards I went up to town, visited the theatre, and luxuriated in a Turkish bath. But swift retribution followed this too swift return to the joys of life. My bones had not perfectly mended. In a few days I was down again, and invalided till almost the middle of September. 186 MEMOIRS OF Sill CLAUD fi I)E CRESPIGNY The various accidents I have sustained chasing and hunting, all combined perhaps, punished me less severely than this balloon disaster. With that happy knack, rare amongst princes as amongst their subjects, of always doing and saying the right thing at the right time, the Prince of Wales sent me a kind little message through my brother after this ballooning dis- aster. "Tell your brother," he said, "that I am very sorry to hear of his mishap ; but also say that I cannot approve altogether of his trying to make the ascent under the circumstances." Before concluding this account of the first ascent from Maldon, I may note that the rate at which Simmons crossed to France was, with one exception, the fastest on aeronautic record. That exception was Simmons's trip from Peek- skill to Bedford in New York county, a distance of twenty-five miles, which was accomplished at a perfectly phenomenal rate. 1 By the time I had fully recovered from the injury sustained in this first Maldon ascent, the 1 The late Mr. Mountain claimed the record for quick balloon travelling, having, so he averred, covered three hundred miles in four hours. He stated that proceeding at that rate the motion was quite comfortable. But the facts do not seem to be very well established. ANOTHEH CHANNEL TRIP 187 time of year was too far advanced to make, with any great chance of success, another attempt to cross the Channel. But in the following year, and a little later on in the season, I had again made arrangements for the trip. Indeed long before my leg was mended, my resolution to make another attempt had been come to. When Mr. Wymper, roaming about by himself one afternoon on the then unknown heights of the Matterhorn, slipped, and falling several hundred feet, met with an accident that all but cost him his life, he yet resolved to be the first to tread on the summit of the great mountain. Nothing could move him from his purpose ; nothing could move me from mine. The Channel of course had already been crossed in a balloon a fair number of times, whereas Mr. Wymper was aiming at a record in mountaineering. But as it happened, we too were to establish a record in ballooning. On Monday, July 30, 1883, Simmons, whom I again chose for the trip, came to Maldon with his balloon, and at once set about repairing some damages which it had sustained at Brighton a few weeks previously. Composed principally of indiarubber and bird-lime a queer com- bination this must seem to the non-aeronautic 188 MEMOIRS OP SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY mind it was one of the strongest balloons ever constructed. It was capable of holding 37,000 cubic feet of gas, exactly the same quantity, by the way, as held by the balloon in which Burnaby crossed the Channel, and when inflated it was seventy-five feet in height and forty-two in diameter. Directly I set eyes on it I felt assured of success, and only longed for an early start. But that is exactly what we did not get. There was much delay in inflating the balloon, though the operation commenced so early as five o'clock in the morning. After breakfast I arrived on the scene of action, which was a paddock adjoining the Maldon Gas Works, and roamed about, growing after a while very impatient as the hours of daylight w r ore on apace. In the course of the morning we sent up six pilot balloons, of about sixteen feet in diameter, and the result was not at all en- couraging. The wind was veering about, now north-west and now south-west, in a very fickle manner, and the fifth balloon went in a course which would take it straight up the North Sea ! Simmons looked grave, as well he might. He was an intrepid aeronaut, and had made upwards of four hundred and fifty A BAD OUTLOOK 189 ascents in his time, out of which more than half were solitary ones. He had had several very narrow escapes, and had descended into the sea no less than nine times once into the German Ocean, once into the English Channel, and once into Lake Michigan. At the same time he had a laudable desire to live a little longer, and make a few more suc- cessful ascents. The threatening-looking course taken by our fifth pilot balloon seemed to indicate that there would be every probability of his desire in this respect being unaccomplished, if he went up that morning into the heavens with me. He expressed his grave doubts as to the wisdom of our ascending that day, but was too courageous a man to actually decline to do so. There remained, however, the sixth pilot balloon to try, and presently it was despatched on its journey. It took a more reassuring course than the fifth, and I adjudged that if our own behaved in the same manner, there was good ground for believing that we should reach Holland or Germany before dark. Simmons, however, did not look on things in such a hopeful spirit. He was in a dubious, head- shaking kind of humour, and was quite prepared 190 ME MO IPS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY for the worst. " Simmons, will you go now ? " I asked him when the sixth pilot had floated away out of sight, and he replied in the affirm- ative. After that he never hesitated. At half-past eleven the inflation of the balloon was finished. The car was affixed, and then made captive to a tree in a hedge close to the gas works. Five hundred pounds of ballast in seven bags were stowed away in the car, and I made a small and useful addition in the shape of some sandwiches and cold tea. We had already tried on our life-belts for use in case we should fall into the North Sea, and nothing remained but to get in, and get off as quickly as possible. We ought properly to have started several hours earlier, as our safety must depend to a very large extent on the amount of daylight at our disposal. At half-past twelve Simmons and . I at last got into the car the identical one out of which I lowered myself with my broken leg the year before and the order was given to the score or so of men who were holding to let go. The order this time was promptly obeyed, and we went up in a lull between the gusts of wind. Greatly excited, and filled with admiration at the majestic manner in which we took flight, A MAJESTIC ASCENT 191 the great crowd of spectators, who had been waiting patiently " for several hours, burst into loud cheers. The demonstration was kept up for some little while, and we acknowledged it by waving our hats. The undercurrents of wind were anythiog but strong, and as a result our progress to commence with was exceptionally slow. We were told that we were visible for over an hour after the start. Of a very different character was Simmons's ascent in the previous year; in that case the balloon had completely disappeared from sight in the matter of a few minutes, the rate of progress, as already pointed out, being from the outset quite lightring-like. Flitting away over Oosey Island and Ash- elclham Gorse, we soon found ourselves "at sea," though it was some time before we lost sight of the Essex coast. A beautiful "Katho- rama" forthwith disclosed itself. The bottom of the sea could be clearly seen in every direction, each channel and shoal standing out in the clearest relief, though 9000 feet below us. The lightship east of the Blackwater looked the size of a flea, but, like every other object visible, it stood out most clear cut. A man-of-war at Harwich was a bit bigger than a pea, and six steamers beneath us appeared 192 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY to be on the point of a wholesale collision. Through the unspeakable stillness 1 the be]l on a buoy off the Black water was to be heard continuously ringing. A man perhaps never really knows what the most magnificent view is till carried by a balloon into a perfectly clear atmosphere. However high we climb amongst the loftiest mountains, there are always peaks in one direction or another to obstruct the view. Nothing in a clear atmosphere impedes the view which opens out to the aeronaut a few minutes after his ascent. But we had other things to attend to besides the glorious scenery. We had to devote our minds to the question of whether we were to reach terra firma before night, or be carried away and drowned in the North Sea. We flung out scraps of paper, and noticed that they drifted a bit northerly. So long as the course pursued remained a southerly or easterly one we were fairly sure of reaching the continent. By two o'clock we had touched an altitude of 10,000 feet, and now for the first time found ourselves rushing into a dense mist to the south- east. An hour later we were fairly enshrouded 1 Perfect stillness prevails at six miles above the earth ; but trains can be distinctly heard at four miles. BEAUTIFUL EFFECTS 193 in it, and could see nothing but each other and the balloon. We enjoyed some effects as beautiful as the aurora borealis. A perfect picture of the balloon presented itself on the clouds. Every rope was faithfully reproduced, and our own forms were accurately represented. We opened our mouths to shout at our vis-d-vis tearing along within a few yards of us, and they opened their mouths as though to shout back at us. The grappling cable which Simmons had let out was distinctly reproduced in reflection or shadow running to the phantom car that kept us company. At first when Simmons drew my attention to this extraordinary effect I could see nothing, but coming over to his side per- ceived it perfectly. Other curious effects were noticeable. For instance, a blue serge suit Simmons wore looked quite green for a while. The atmosphere above presently turned into a deep cerulean blue, and the gas up through the balloon could be clearly seen. The great dome itself, with its gores and diamonds, had a sub- stantial appearance rather reassuring in a region of phantom effects. Meanwhile the silence continued to be, as was the case before we came into this dense mist, almost oppressive. o 194 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY We could well hear the beating of our own hearts. These strange and beautiful reflections or images have been noticed occasionally by several other balloonists. It is not unlikely indeed that they are in various forms quite common. Monsieur Flammarion, when careering through the mystic realms of cloudland, was once startled by the sudden appearance of a rival balloon and rival aeronauts, at, as it seemed, less than a hundred feet away. The forms of the travellers in the rival balloon Flammarion and his com- panion speedily recognized as their own. The minutest details came out in this reflection, the thinnest ropes, and even the cords and instru- ments suspended thereto. Godard flourished the national flag, and the shadow of a flag was instantly moved by the spectral hand in the air. All around too they noticed curious concentric circles of various hues. After two hours of silence and mist a faint sound smote on our ears. Could it be the surf on the coast of Holland or Germany ? we asked ourselves. Slowly descending, we emerged just before five o'clock on the under side of the clouds, and at once caught sight of what we conceived and hoped to be the coast-line to the MIRAGES OF THE ATE 195 south-east. But a few minutes later this line turned out to be nothing more than one of the many shoals we had seen in the course of the day. Still the shoal was encouraging to this extent it showed that we were no longer in mid-ocean. The next objects which engaged our attention were less deceptive. Several steamers and sailing vessels were within sight, the latter tacking and behaving generally as though they expected that their aid would be shortly required. If that were the case they were speedily undeceived. We left them far behind, and fell to discussing the very serious question indeed it was almost one of life and death as to whether our change in altitude had had the very undesirable effect of taking us out of our course east or south-east to one more or less due north. A streak appeared to the east, and though it remained indistinct for a con- siderable while, I had a fancy it was land. Presently, however, it began to grow dimmer and dimmer, and eventually turned out to be a cloud. There are mirages of the air as of the desert, as we discovered several times during our perilous journey through the clouds. At ten minutes past six a rather startling thing occurred. The sun peeped out of the 196 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY bank of clouds which encircled it, and under the influence of its rays, the balloon instantly took a wild leap heavenwards, carrying us in a single bound from 8000 to 17,000 feet. In our mad career upwards we passed through what looked like a great field of glaciers and snow -covered mountains. The glories of Alp and Himalaya pale and sink to puny proportions beside the magnificence of that mountain-land of space. It was difficult to realize that these vast hills were built of mere cloud, so solid and immovable did they appear. The scene was so enchanting that we almost forgot the intense cold the valve-line was frozen and the danger we might incur by re- maining at so great an altitude. The opening of the valve by Simmons, who was not inclined to risk his life for these "unsubstantial pageants" of the air, took us down towards base earth as quickly as we had shot up a few minutes before. The roar of the surf greeted our ears, and before our delighted vision spread a part of Walcheren Island (a spot patriotic Englishmen cannot as a rule regard with pleasure), and of the mainland of Holland, which shut us in on the north. We had thus securely crossed the North Sea, an aeronautic feat never before A NARROW ESCAPE 197 accomplished. Simmons was so satisfied that we were safe that he took out his sketch- book, and made a drawing of Walcheren and the town of Flushing which lay immediately beneath us. Oftentimes the bringing of a balloon to anchor is a very troublesome and risky affair. As it was, we narrowly escaped striking the top of a cottage. The throwing out of some ballast just saved us from this disaster, which would not improbably have cost both of us our lives. After this incident all went well. We got our grapnel out, and having torn up an odd fence or so, hitched on securely in a dyke. The car bumped about a little, and turned clean over once or twice, but this was a trifle ; for we managed to hang on to the guy-ropes till it righted itself. A large crowd of people had meanwhile chased us from field to field. They came up and helped us to pack the balloon in the car, and afterwards escorted us back to Flushing with many signs of enthusiasm and approval. The only jarring note came from the owner of a fence we had considerably damaged. He mentioned large sums of money by way of compensation, but ultimately took a couple of 198 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY sovereigns. Arrived in Flushing, we had just time to get dinner at the Wellington Hotel. Four hours after reaching terra firma we were on, instead of over, the water ; and the following afternoon I was standing in my own hall at Champion Lodge. From an aeronautic point of view, complete success had crowned what looked at the outset a very risky enterprise. The Balloon Society's council met on Thursday, the day after the news of our success was wired to England, and under the presidency of Mr. C. Green Spencer, resolved, "That the Society's gold medal be presented to Sir Claude de Crespigny, one of the life members of the Society, for the indomitable courage displayed in his voyage across the Channel yesterday ; also that a public vote of thanks be accorded to him and Mr. Simmons at the meeting to be held to-morrow." Burnaby's voyage across the Channel differed a good deal from that of Simmons in 1882, as also from that of Simmons and myself across the North Sea in the following year. As I was meditating the trip myself, I was naturally very interested to hear all about it from his own lips. It seems that he first definitely made up his mind to cross the Channel when BUENABTS CHANNEL TRIP 199 he heard of the failure of Brine and Simmons. Burnaby had little patience with people who decried every one as a lunatic, or a balloonatic as he put it himself, who took any part in this pursuit. His view was that a man was no more a fool to risk his life in a balloon than to take part in steeplechasing or any other sport where a certain amount of hazard must be unavoidable. Shortly after the failure of Brine and Simmons, he put himself into communication with the owner of a balloon, in which Mr. Powell, M.P., had once made an ascent. The balloon, he was told, would hold 36,000 feet of gas, and was in excellent condition. Its owner expressed a desire to go with Burnaby. But the latter declined this privilege, and decided to go alone ; for one thing Burnaby was seventeen stone, and one such a heavy-weight passenger as this is quite enough for the lifting- power of most balloons, unless the journey is to be of the shortest. Burnaby also declined to take a reporter for one of the London newspapers with him. The start was arranged for March 21, 1882, from Dover, and when the morning arrived the wind was found to be in the right quarter. The only hitch that 200 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY occurred was in the work of filling the balloon. I have experienced difficulties in this matter in my own expeditions, as I shall show presently, and Burnaby found to his disgust that several hours had to be wasted. He had hoped to be off by eight o'clock, but had scarcely started two hours later. As he went up the owner pointed to one of the cords, and suggested that if the balloon burst in the air, Burnaby might do worse than pull it ; he had an idea that the burst balloon might then come down in the form of a parachute. This was a nice kind of thing to set a man thinking about at the moment of his departure from the solid earth and a pleasant send-off! Burnaby, however, was not a nervous man. As he sprang upwards, he appeared to be in considerable risk of striking a factory shaft which was in rather dangerous proximity to the spot selected for the ascent ; but the collision was avoided by flinging out some ballast, and thus increasing the rising power of the balloon. He then rose rapidly to a height of between two and three thousand feet, and enjoyed a fine view of earth and sea. Though there had been frost overnight, the day was warm and pleasant. Being a stout A STEIKING INCIDENT 201 man, Burnaby indeed felt the rays of the sun quite oppressive, and shielded the back of his neck with his handkerchief. The balloon's motion was delightful, and the occupant congratulated himself that he was not experiencing the horrible qualms of sea- sickness on board one of the passenger vessels plying far below. The first striking incident in his voyage was a sudden and very rapid descent of the balloon. Throwing pieces of paper out, Burnaby observed that they fluttered in the air above. He therefore, to save himself from coming down into the water, began to throw ballast out. It was not until a con- siderable quantity of sand had been scattered that his barometer showed that the balloon was at length taking an upward turn. It did so not a minute too soon, for when his downward career was at length stopped, the balloon was within five hundred feet of the sea. This sudden descent was owing to the fact that the balloon had found its way into a region of cold air, which had compressed the gas. Next Burnaby found his balloon had come to a dead stand- still ! He threw bits of paper out of the car, and they one and all fell straight down into the Channel. He was thus, it was 202 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY perfectly clear, becalmed in the air. Some fishing-boats were to be seen at no great distance off, and their crews made signs which Burnaby interpreted as friendly indications of a desire to take him on board, if he would come down into the water. But he had started with the set pur- pose of crossing the Channel, and of not alighting till he had done so. He therefore hardened his heart against the friendly advances of the fisher- men, and stuck resolutely to his stationary balloon. For an hour he remained in this very aggravating position, but at length descended again within less than a quarter of a mile from the water, and then again reascended a little. Things, however, were no better at this lower altitude ; the balloon continued becalmed. What was to be done ? In order the better to consider this question, and to pass away time that was be- ginning to hang heavily on his hands, "the mad Englishman " took a cigar out of his case, and calmly lit up, regardless of the fact that there was a continuous escape of inflammable gas just above his head. He might just as safely have smoked in a powder magazine. Burnaby admitted the riskiness of the proceeding in describing it afterwards, and chuckled when he pictured what the discomfort of the owner of A DEAD CALM 203 the balloon would have been, could he have seen what was taking place ! No change whatever in Burnaby's position taking place, and the balloon not catching fire, as might have been expected, the aeronaut resolved to ascend to a much greater altitude. He flung out a bag of ballast, which fell with a loud thud into the water. Up shot the balloon to a height of 3000 feet, and then again remained stationary. Out went another bag, and up went the balloon again, this time to an altitude of about a mile and a half; but still the hateful calm. More ballast followed, and the balloon continued to ascend into the higher regions of the air. Very little ballast was left when Burnaby found himself at a height of about two miles. But at length in the midst of cloudland the balloon began to move, and, to Burnaby's great satisfaction, in the direction of France; whilst presently, getting clear of the clouds, he was able to see most distinctly the town and harbour of Dieppe. Full of spirits and fun over his successful voyage, the aeronaut, having descended to within a few hundred feet of the earth, over which he was now speeding, dropped some loose sand on a labourer working in a field below. The man 204 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY started, looked all round to see where this had come from, and at length, perceiving the balloon, fell flat on his back. Others now saw the balloon, and cried out to its occupant to come down at once. This is often easier to say than to do in ballooning ; but after bumping the ground once with considerable violence and then reascending, Burnaby pulled the valve-line, and then, as he rushed down with great rapidity, threw out the remainder of his ballast in order to lessen the pace and force of the collision with the ground. He came to anchor in a ploughed field. The natives were very kind and obliging, as Simmons found them when he ascended from French soil later on in the year, and vastly excited over the advent of the balloon in their midst. One old woman was especially demon- strative, and Burnaby placed on record her words. " Thank heavens, I too have seen it," cried she. " It passed over ray house like the dome of a cathedral ; and all my hens are still in convulsions of fright at its appearance." The two ascents from Maldon, namely, in June 1882 and August 1883, may, I suppose, be regarded as the most sensational in my aeronautic career. It is a rather remarkable SIMMONS'S TRAGIC END 205 fact that almost, within rifle-shot of my Essex house there have been during the last twelve years or so two sensational ascents and two sensational descents. The former have been described ; and as regards the latter, there was first that of Captain Alfred Paget, R.N., when the grapnel struck an unfortunate lad who was in its path and caused fracture of the skull ; and secondly, the disastrous descent in a field very close to Champion Lodge when Simmons lost his life. Captain Paget's untoward descent near Maldon I was not informed of in time to go out and meet him and his companion and offer them the hospitality which one balloonist would naturally desire to extend to another. Simmons's death was a source of great regret to me. I had formed the very highest opinion of his pluck, resourcefulness, and experience. Most tragic was Simmons's end. It occurred on August 27, 1888, at Ulting, near Champion Lodge. He and two other aeronauts made an ascent from the Irish Exhibition at Olympia, hoping to cross over to the Continent. Every- thing appears to have gone well till they tried to descend at Ulting. The grapnel caught in an elm tree, and Simmons seems to have made 206 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY a premature attempt to reacli the ground. The balloon came down with a bump, shot up again, and struck the tree. It burst with what was described as a terrific report, the car was dashed into fragments, and Simmons came by his end. So the dauntless aeronaut died in harness. I recollect Simmons telling me that the only time he was ever in a balloon when the grap- nel smashed, was in 1884, when he was with me. We ascended from Bury St. Edmunds, and came down near St. Neots. The ground was so hard that it smashed the grapnel ! We dragged a long way before we got anchored, tearing an upright post out of the ground, as if it were a tooth-pick, and we only just missed being violently whirled into some telegraph wires, which would no doubt have finished us off all right. As it happened the balloon was burst from neck to valve, and the car stove in, but we ourselves escaped without injury, though we had to hang on to the guy-ropes for dear life to save ourselves from being hurled out as the car turned clean over once or twice. We hovered over Bury during this trip for a considerable time, as motionless as Burnaby's balloon was over the Channel. At length I got BLANCHARD'S FEAT 207 tired of this kind . of thing, and told Simmons to pull the valve-line. From an altitude of five thousand feet or so we dropped to perhaps three thousand, and soon afterwards found ourselves travelling at the very respectable rate of twenty- five miles an hour. Not being myself a witness of the fatal accident which cost Simmons his life, I cannot safely offer any remark as to whether or no the disaster was the result of absolute carelessness. But though it is in the descent, as a rule, that most of the accidents occur, it is not by any means necessarily fatal to catch in a tree. Indeed it sometimes happens that a tree is the best place to come to anchor in. More than a hundred years ago, Mr. Blanchard, the Maxim of his day, in the company of Dr. Jeffries, an American, crossed the Channel from England to France for the first time in the history of ballooning. Before he and his companion had safely got over the water, their balloon began to descend with rapidity, and they only managed to keep up by flinging out their ballast and everything else in the car ; they even disposed of their hats and coats, though it was winter time. Fortun- ately the balloon appears to have changed its mind just before touching the water, and they 208 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY were eventually taken up again, and carried away into the forest of Guieppe. Here one of the aeronauts caught hold of the branch of a tree, and the balloon's dangerous flight was successfully arrested without any accident. Blanchard's feat fired the ambition of a rival balloonist, Pilatre de Kozier, who at once resolved to cross the Channel from France to England. He fixed to the hydrogen balloon, by which the weight was to be borne, another and much smaller fire balloon. This, he believed, would enable him to alter his specific gravity as might be required. The fire balloon speedily set the fabric in flames, and Pilatre and his companion were destroyed. Fifty years ago an English aeronaut escaped from an explosion through fire in a truly miraculous manner. He alighted in his balloon upon a chimney on fire. The balloon caught fire and exploded, but the aeronaut dropped in the very nick of time down the side of the house, and thus escaped. The most dreadful aeronautic position, perhaps, which it is possible to conceive was that in which Burnaby and a couple of Frenchmen once found themselves shortly after making an ascent from Cremorne. One of these Frenchmen had invented the balloon used, and was exceedingly AN APPALLING DISCOVERY 209 proud thereof. It would probably have never ascended at all had not Burnaby, who volun- teered to go with the theorists, slyly dropped some ballast out of the car. When about a mile and a half or a mile and three-quarters high, the appalling discovery was made that the neck of the aerostat, which should of course, in accordance with the usual custom, have been left open in order to allow of the gas escaping, was still tied up with a silk handkerchief. The balloon was now quite full, and the atmospheric pressure was rapidly decreasing as the aeronauts ascended ; whilst the gas, having no exit, con- tinued to expand. The aerostat was constructed in such a way that it was not possible to get at the neck, and so unloosen the fatal handker- chief ; whilst, to make disaster doubly assured, the valve-line was quite out of reach. Under these circumstances, the only thing the aeronauts could do was to sit still and wait for their balloon to burst and dash them to the earth. To Burnaby death seemed absolutely certain. In a few minutes the balloon did burst, and instantly began to rush earthwards at a velocity that increased every moment. But by a piece of wonderfully good fortune, the balloon somehow in its headlong career downwards formed a kind 210 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY of huge parachute, and the occupants landed unhurt in a field just outside the metropolis. By the way, Burnaby had a ballooning fad of his own, on which he dilated to me on one occasion. It was his ambition to reach a height far above that achieved by any other aeronaut, and he had an idea that this might be done by being clad in a kind of diver's dress to avoid the intense cold, and by taking with one a supply of oxygen, the lack of which defeats the balloonist ascending beyond a certain height. To have carried out this idea successfully he never actually tried it he would have had to ascend to a great 'altitude, for in 1862 Mr. Glaisher and Mr. Coxwell actually attained a height of seven miles. I have recorded the experiences of Simmons and myself at a height of 17,000 feet, which were not over agreeable. But these two intrepid aeronauts, having three-quarters of an hour after their ascent from Wolverhampton reached an altitude of five miles, calmly flung out sand till they attained a height of 29,000 feet. Before this was done Mr. Glaisher's sight had begun to fail, so that he could no longer read the fine divisions on his instruments. As they con- tinued to ascend, the balloon rapidly spun A THRILLING EPISODE 211 round and round,, and as a consequence the valve-line became so entangled that Mr. Cox- well had to climb up into the ring above the car to set it right. Mr. Glaisher became un- conscious, and his companion was in almost as critical a condition. He had great difficulty in extricating himself from the ring, which was so piercingly cold that his hands were frozen. After a struggle he dropped somehow back again into the car, and there feeling himself becoming like Mr. Glaisher, insensible, made one despairing effort. He caught the valve-line now unentangled in his teeth, and, despite his dazed condition, held the valve open till the balloon at last begun to unmistakably descend. When Mr. Glaisher was restored to consciousness, he found his friend's hands quite black and powerless. The history of ballooning furnished no more thrilling episode than this, and Mr. Coxwell's admirable presence of mind and perseverance in the direst of extremities must give him a high and enduring place in the ranks of aeronauts of all time. It shows what sort of a man Burnaby was, to think seriously of putting into the shade the exploit of these two balloonists. Once Simmons's balloon ascended with such 212 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY rapidity to the height of 30,000 feet, that he fainted away. Fortunately he had a turn of the valve-line round his hand when he sank insensible amongst the sand-bags, and this soon brought him down to a lesser altitude. He was thus saved in much the same manner as were Glaisher and Coxwell. At various times various people have ex- pressed a desire to go with me on a ballooning excursion. Don Carlos to whom, by the bye, I was introduced by an excellent aeronaut, the late General Brine has talked about it, and so have several steeplechasers. One of the people who was quite ready to go a-ballooning with me was Lord Marcus Beresford. I asked him to go with me when I made an ascent with Dale from Lillie Bridge, but he was en- gaged elsewhere. Curiously enough we passed, by pure chance, over Tattenham Corner, and there was Epsom course spread out far below us ! I decided to come down, which we did on Walton Heath there miles from the course. A number of spectators were soon alongside of us, and one fellow made desperate endeavours to climb into the balloon by the neck. There was im- minent danger of his tearing it, so I ordered him to desist. He took umbrage at this, and DEATH OF DALE 213 wanted to fight. I was not indisposed to do battle on behalf of the balloon, but his friends dragged him off. A little while later whom should we meet returning from a cricket match but Marcus and Jack Jones? Little Dale I esteemed as a capital and most plucky aeronaut, though he had not the immense experience of Simmons. A very short time before his last and fatal ascent at the Palace, I visited Dale, and promised to go up again with him very soon. After Dale's death I was glad to be able to offer his widow a house rent free for two years, in South London. Concerning Dale's death I had some remarks to make from the Chair of the Balloon Society, shortly after the accident, which were some- what misinterpreted in several of the daily papers. I was represented as attributing the disaster to the fact that Dale ascended in a balloon made of inferior materials. But he was far too good an aeronaut to have done such a thing. It was and is my view, however, that he, being a poor man, kept his balloon rather too long for his own safety. The disaster occurred from the material partially rotting through being packed away damp ; and it was found that nearly every bone in his body had 214 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY been broken by the fall, as was the case with de Groof, the " flying man " impostor. For many years brave little Dale afforded, at the Crystal Palace, great amusement to many thousands of people. My friend, the late General Brine, who made the trans-Channel trip with Dale in August 1884, gave a very useful and entertaining lecture before the Society a few years ago, in the course of which he vividly described what may be termed the sentimental side of ballooning. " I have come here to-night," he said, " to treat of ballooning in its scientific aspects only, but I cannot bring myself to say adieu without asseverating that in my humble opinion the calling of the aeronaut has as many charms, if not more, for the poet and the philosopher as for the scientist. What sensation, for example, can equal that experienced by the aerial voyager, when, in his journey through the atmosphere, he actually touches the very clouds which are the ' chariots of the Almighty ' ? And what circumstances can be so much calculated to impress him with reverential awe and astonish- ment passing the power of speech, as when, seated in his frail car suspended from a spherical mass of inflated canvas, and riding triumphantly MM. L'HOSTE AND MANGOT 215 over the summits of the loftiest mountains and along the vast deep, he plunges into those mighty atmospheric reservoirs whence come the rain, the hail, and the snow, and introduces himself to those heavenly arsenals with all their attendant mysterious phenomena, whence issue the lightning and the thunderbolt that strike such terror upon the earth?" Another aeronaut of that time was M. L'Hoste. To look at, he scarcely conveyed to us the impression of being a very adventurous or resolute man, but his record was a good one. He twice crossed the Channel, but a third attempt to cross from Dover to Dunkirk cost him his life. On Nov. 16, 1887, he and M. Mangot made an ascent. They were last seen about forty miles south of the Isle of Wight, and it was supposed that a storm of wind and rain which was raging at the time must have driven their balloon into the sea. No trace of it, any more than of Mr. Powell's, was ever discovered. Up to the present time there have been, I think, about a score of trans-Channel balloon voyages, and in the case of about half this number the start has been made from England. In addition there have been three trips from Dublin to England, and one across the Bristol 216 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Channel. In all, these trips have cost five lives. In seven cases the aerial travellers were cast into the sea, but picked up by vessels. Amongst the most notable voyages over the water within my own ballooning experiences were (1) Colonel Burnaby's, March 23, 1882. (2) Simmons's, June 10, 1882 (when I broke my leg). (3) M. L'Hoste's, Sept. 9, 1883. (4) Simmons's, Sept. 13, 1883 (about six weeks after our voyage across the North Sea). (5) M. L'Hoste's, August 7, 1884. (6) General Brine's and Dale's, August 15, 1884. Since the last-named date M. L'Hoste, as we have seen, has been drowned ; Simmons killed (August 27, 1888) close to my own house, and the scenes of several of his sensational exploits ; and Dale killed at the Crystal Palace on June 29, 1892. General Brine has also long since "joined the majority." Thus of six balloonists who were all bent on crossing and recrossing the water a few years ago, only one remains to-day to tell the tale, namely, myself. With Burnaby's end all the world is familiar. His fame is as great and untarnished as on the day when England first heard of, and mourned over, the loss of RISKS OF BALLOONING 217 one of her bravest soldiers. If any one were base enough to ask of what avail to his land were Burnaby's gallant deeds on the field of battle, there could be no better reply than this "The greatest gift a hero leaves his country Is to have been a hero." The Channel trips have unquestionably been made at a considerable sacrifice of life, but it is doubtful whether ballooning is quite so perilous a pursuit as generally regarded. In the course of ten thousand ascents, in which fifteen hundred aeronauts were engaged, it was calculated not long since that only fifteen lives were lost, or less than one in every seven hundred ascents. I have not had an opportunity of checking these figures myself, and probably they do not include all the ascents made during recent years ; but they appear to be on fairly reliable authority, and, even if not perfectly accurate, help to throw some light on the matter. Ever since I saw the ballooning, ineffectual though it usually was, during the siege of Paris, I have always believed that the aeronaut ought to be of great service in campaigns. It was my ambition, even whilst I was lying helpless after the accident at Maldon, to assist the British 218 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY army in Egypt by means of ballooning. I felt sure if I could make a successful ascent or two I should be able to materially assist the General in command. Accordingly, hoping to be soon on my feet again, I wrote and proffered my services, but received a reply to the effect that it had been decided not to use a balloon at all in the course of this campaign. None the less I made up my mind that if I got well I would go out on my own responsibility and take my balloon with me. It was a great dis- appointment as the days and weeks wore on to find that there was no hope of my leg getting right again in time to accomplish this intention. The injury was a worse one than I had supposed. I may add that in my opinion, as in that of a good many others, a balloon would have been much more serviceable than the armour train which was actually used, and which proved no very great success. After this date, it will be remembered, a balloon came into requisition at Suakin in March 1885. This was the first time a balloon was ever used by a British fleet at war, and about that period the question of whether dynamite could be thrown at an enemy by aeronauts was quite seriously discussed. Later AERONAUTIC DEEAMEES 219 on, in the year 1887, the British War Department conducted experiments at Chatham with a view of testing the use of captive balloons for taking observations in war time. It is rather more than a hundred years since a balloon was first used on the field of battle. Great as my belief is in the utility, of balloon- ing for war purposes, where careful observations are needed of the position and movements of a hostile force, I have no patience with the theories of those fanciful aeronauts who opine that the day will come when we shall be able to drive a balloon up wind, and bestride the heavens, in short, about as easily as we do mother earth. It is all moonshine. I have been con- stantly receiving during the last few years all sorts of suggestions for improvements in the science and practice of ballooning, but never one from a thoroughly practical aeronaut. Hitherto all attempts to make balloons reach their destination in spite of the wind have, on the whole, proved as flat failures as the ridiculous things misnamed flying machines. The idea of steering a balloon seems to be almost as old as ballooning itself. Tissandier invented what he claimed to be a controllable balloon, and there were others before his time, 220 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY such as Blanchard, who devoted their attention to the same matter. In June 1882, shortly after the Maldon accident, news came from Berlin of a new steerable balloon which had been tried, it was asserted, with some measure of success on several occasions. Before very long, however, as was inevitable, the envelope burst, and the car mechanism was destroyed. Glaisher, Cox well, Nadar, and Burnaby, were all convinced that the problem of how to make a balloon capable of holding its own against the strength of the wind, and of being steered with anything like precision, was one which could never be solved. M. L'Hoste was probably one of the few really experienced aeronauts of more recent years who ever went so far in his enthusiasm for ballooning as to talk and write about steering a balloon in the void like a ship at sea. One of his trans-Channel trips from Cherbourg to London was actually made by M. Mangot and himself in a balloon fitted up with a sail and a screw which he called, if I recollect aright, " Le Torpilleur." This of course led to fresh speculation about the possibilities of aerial navi- gation, but the French aeronaut, as a matter of fact, never did anything more against the wind AEBIAL NAVIGATION 221 than any other balloonist. Indeed the whole thing is so silly that I cannot imagine sane people ever seriously discussing it. Nevertheless there appear to be persons still so infatuated as to think we shall one day be able to take our ticket to Brighton and back by balloon instead of train. I frequently get letters on the subject. In one I recently received occurs this passage : " Setting aside thoughts of offence and defence, solely regarding the matter from the commercial standpoint, building large efficient navigables, simply for comfortable passenger traffic to all corners of the world, ought to prove a profitable speculation. A well-built navigable would be durable and cost little in maintenance." After effusions of this character and this particular one comes, I think, from a General in the British army the poet's fantasy about the "nations' airy navies " " grappling in the central blue," pales in very truth. As already stated, I am now the only man living who has crossed the North Sea in a balloon, and probably should not be here to tell the tale had I accepted some of the invita- tions of various amiable cranks to go voyages with them in some of the ridiculous aerial 222 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY machines which have been devised since the science of aerostation first came into existence. One theoretical aeronaut begged me to go with him in a balloon he was devising, and was sure we would be able to get from Norfolk to Naples in fourteen hours. I declined the pleasure, and I never heard that he started on his wild-goose chase. It is probably this kind of person who are responsible in no small degree for retarding the real science of aeronautics. Considerable use might be made of balloons in war time for the purposes of photography. I made an ascent with Dale and two photographers from Lillie Bridge, our object being to take some good views of London, but unfortunately the atmosphere became clouded, and we were not successful. We descended at Wimbledon without mishap, or indeed any notable advent- ure, and afterwards there was a lecture at the Society on an electrical stationary balloon which had recently been invented. Colonel Hope, V.C., seconded the President's proposal that a volunteer balloon scientific chair should be formed. Reference was also made to a question which should be of very general interest, namely, on the taking of observations from a balloon for meteorological purposes, which VIRTUES OF COLD TEA 223 would enable weather forecasts to be made with much greater certainty and definiteness than at present. Before quitting the subject it may be well to remind the public why it was that the ballooning experiments at Suakin, and also in Bechuanaland, proved of little use. These experiments were comparatively unsuccessful, I believe, because the wind happened to be almost invariably unfavourable for the purpose of the aeronauts. It may be readily understood that a captive balloon is only of use in the absence of anything like a strong wind. The department was under the charge of Majors Templar and Elsdale, who caused all the hydrogen gas to be conveyed to the scene of action from Chatham. The balloons were manufactured out of gold-beater's skins. I conclude with what may prove a useful tip to aeronauts, who have not made up their minds as to the best kind of liquor to take with them for refreshment, and with a ballooning incident not without humour, though I quite failed to see it in such a light at the time it occurred. I feel sure the blue ribbon army though I am not yet exactly one of their number would approve of the beverage I firmly believe 224 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY in and always take with me a-ballooning cold tea. I first learnt its virtue in my soldiering and sporting days in India. It is an admirable refresher for men engaged in any precarious or exciting occupation when alcohol is, or ought to be, out of the question. Bottled beer in the rarefied air into which the aeronaut plunges will, so Simmons assured me, nearly always burst. As regards the humorous ballooning incident, it was this. On a certain occasion I had arranged to have the balloon I had hired inflated and ready for the ascent considerably before mid-day. When the appointed time arrived, however, the preparations were not nearly complete. An hour passed by, and the work of inflation was still unaccomplished. Daylight is almost above all other things precious to the balloonist, and here we were wasting the best part of the morning. Meanwhile as I waited and fretted big crowds of people poured into the field from which the ascent was to take place. I am not sure whether the railway did not run special and excursion trains to accom- modate those who desired to see us start. It afterwards transpired that the enterprising person who was entrusted with the work of HUMOROUS BALLOONING INCIDENT 225 inflation, had charge of the gas works through which the spectators passed, and had conceived the idea of charging them sixpence each. Naturally the longer the inflation of the balloon took, the larger his receipts. It must have gone against the grain to let us start before nightfall ! CHAPTER VI MAINLY STEEPLECHASING A pig of a horse A discontented owner and a fair offer "Gentleman Byrne " What he went up the staircase to see Popularity of the Point to Point steeplechase The blacklegs of racing Death of old Architect Clothes-props as whips A good mare and a vile horse A disastrous rough-up and a disastrous trial Winning races with a sprained wrist Lord Queens- berry as a steeplechaser Blondin disappoints Hugging the rails with a vengeance A racer that would steeplechase Another pig Flat racers and steeplechasers An interesting reunion A curious case of disqualification " Edensor " Stanley's African Expedition. Now for a real downright pig of a horse com- mend me to Condor the Second. He was a horse of course of a vastly different calibre to Baron Hill, quite apart from the question of behaviour. Condor in fact could do almost anything he chose, but then he never did choose. I rode him for Jones on January 16, 1885, at Wye, when he was top weight by ten pounds. He could probably have won if he had cared to, 226 A PIG OF A HORSE 227 but, as it was, got , well beaten, only coming in third. Lady Mildred was first, and Madame Neruda, ridden by Mr. Goodwin, second, in this hurdle race, the Olanteigh Towers Handicap. Again on April 7 of the same year I rode Condor the Second for Jones, that time at Lewes. I was actually winning, when he suddenly took it into his obstinate head to stop short, and there was an end of it. I was top weight, or something like it, on the occasion, but this had nothing to do with my not winning, for he was not in the least beaten when he gave up. On the flat, as well as steeplechasing, Condor nearly always behaved in the same way. Webb, Arthur Hall, and other leading jockeys had been tried as his riders, and tried, as a rule, in vain. I asked Fred Archer, who had ridden Condor the Second more than once, whether the brute behaved in the same way with him, and his reply was, " Yes, always." March 14, 1885. Champion Lodge Hunt and Military Steeplechases. Once again we had excellent weather and a big attendance. In the first event, the Point to Point Steeplechase, Kaliph, owned and ridden by my brother, was alone backed. He won anyhow. In the Hunt Cup, Sporran was fancied. I made play on him for about three-quarters of a mile, after which 228 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY we had a ding-dong race till a quarter of a mile from the winning-post, when Mr. Cooke's Hochheimer, ridden by Mr. Rodwell, forged ahead and won easily. Sporran finished third. In the Farmers' Plate I had a mount on Mr. Rust's Architect, and was again fancied. I jumped them all down, and finished at my leisure. My brother Tyrell won the Hurdle Race Plate on Elmina, who was made favourite, whilst Forrester with myself up did not pass the post. After a rattling fine race for the United Service Cup, I was beaten on Coldstream by Mr. W. Cobbett's Maryx. The latter was ridden by Mr. J. Cobbett, and fell at the water-jump, but all the same managed to win the race. In the Consolation Steeplechase only two started, my brother and myself. I won on Sporran, by a little less than a length after a good race, though at first he refused the water. The owner of my brother's mount expressed great dissatisfaction at the result, and seemed to sup- pose the race had been thrown away. There- upon I offered to ride the race again, with my brother or any jockey in England whom he might select, on Nimrod, but the offer was not accepted, and the affair passed off. Colonel, now General, Byrne was invariably ' GENTLEMAN BYRNE* 229 one of the Stewards at this meeting, as at others in the county. We all know him as " one of the best." He was called in the Service " Gentleman Byrne," owing to the refinement of his manners. Many anecdotes are told which show that "Gentleman Byrne" did fairly earn his sobriquet. During the Fenian Eiots he was in command of his Battery at the Curragh. Strict orders were given that no officer should go to Dublin without special permission of the General officer. This was very irksome to some spirited young fellows, one of whom re- solved, come what might, to break through the regulation. He accordingly took his ticket for Dublin, and got into a railway-carriage, in the far corner of which sat a gentleman hidden behind a newspaper. After the train had started the paper came down, and revealed to the culprit's horrified gaze none other than one of the field- officers of the division. " Gentleman Byrne " recognized his travelling companion. But in- stead of reprimanding and afterwards putting him under arrest, he treated him with the greatest courtesy, and even offered to place at his disposal his own phaeton, which would be waiting the arrival of the train at Dublin. One of the drawbacks of having a clinking 230 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY good horse must always be that bores cease not to pester the owner as to whether or no he fancies it for various races. What struck me as a decidedly neat snub was administered by Byrne at Ascot one afternoon to a persistent bore. The would-be plunger rushed at the General as he was mounting the iron, staircase to see his horse Amphion run, and asked could he give the weight ? "That is what I am now climbing these steps," replied the General most politely, with a wave of his binoculars, " to see." The Point to Point Steeplechase has always been a favourite one with many local people at the Champion Lodge meeting, and the same thing obtains in other local gatherings. At one time we were rather hampered by the regulations of the National Hunt Committee, which tended to somewhat severely penalize riders who took part in these races. The whole question of the Point to Point came up in 1885, when the following motion was set down for a meeting at Weatherby's in the name of the Stewards : " Horses having once run in Point to Point Steeplechases will not be qualified to run in races under these rules until a certificate of the Point to Point Steeplechase in which they ran, signed by a Master of Staghounds or Foxhounds, POINT TO POINT STEEPLECHASE 231 be lodged with. Messrs. Weatherby, who will register and advertise it in their Calendar on payment of one Sov., and a horse having won under these conditions will not be considered a winner under these rules. The certificate to be as follows : (1) I hereby certify that bond fide Point to Point Steeplechase* took place at on day. (2) That not more than three steeplechases took place there on that day. (3) That the course was practically unflagged. (4) That the races were for bond fide maiden hunters only. (5) That no money was taken at the gates, or at any stand or enclosure in connection with the races. (6) That the winning-post was placed within the limits of the country hunted over by my hounds." It was no doubt time to take action in regard to Point to Point Steeplechases, but I ventured to plead at the time for a little relaxation of this rather stringent certificate. We in Essex were accustomed to carry out this, the most popular race of the day, by ending on the run-in of the steeplechase course, where everybody could see the finish with far more comfort than they would if the winning-post were elsewhere. Many hunting men will not sport silk between flags, but they are quite ready to put on their hunting 232 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY coats for a Point to Point. It was in the interest of such sportsmen that I ventured to spea'k up for this particular kind of race. Personally, I have never had a preference for any one class of race or steeplechase as against another. But some have strong views on the subject. A lady once remarked to me that she would far sooner win the Point to Point than the Ladies' Cup, it being " such a much more sporting event." It is impossible to so organize your race meet- ings as to exclude all blacklegs and light-fingered gentry ; and almost the only jarring note in the chorus of approval which greeted these annual concourses arose from those who seemed to think that I was personally responsible for the occasional misconduct of undesirable visitors. There was some correspondence respecting the theft of a watch and chain from a clergyman who attended the meeting one year, and really I do believe that a few enthusiastic anti-sport folk considered I was responsible in the matter ! It was urged seriously that I ought not to advertise the meeting, because this brought down bookmakers and sharpers from town. As a matter of fact, one is bound to advertise meetings held under the aegis of the National Hunt Committee. I pointed out that you might as well hold the DEATH OF OLD ARCHITECT 233 Stewards of the Jockey Club responsible for all the offences of a similar kind committed at New- market or elsewhere. But it is no use arguing with your anti-gambling, anti-sport faddist any more than it is any good for him to argue with you ! The next day but one found me riding again at Chelmsford. I should know that course fairly well by now, having ridden there some dozens of times within the last dozen years ; whilst my wins there ought to run close into double figures. On this occasion I had a mount on Sir Henry Selwin-Ibbetson's Deception, and won the Chelms- ford Steeplechase. This horse was very bad at starting. He whipped round just before we got away, and lost a hundred yards or so. Fortunately I got off all right in the end, and made up for lost time, thanks chiefly to the con- sideration of the starter, who ran the other side of my horse and waved the flag at him. This had the desired effect, and I proceeded to make the pace a regular " cracker." Now Architect, the horse I had steered to victory a few days before, was in this race, and I was the un- conscious agent of his destruction. The pace killed the old horse, and he fell dead on the course about a mile from home. Next month I was busy at various meetings, 234 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY such as Lewes, Harlow, Ipswich, and Plumpstead. 1 At the last-named I rode Sporran on April 11, but failed to score in the Open Military Plate, which was won by Mr. Lawson's Hay Fever. At Harlow I rode Eomeo for Sir Henry Selwin- Ibbetson in the Essex Open Steeplechase, and again in the Consolation; I was second in the former, which was won by Stud Groom, with Mr. Colvin up, and fell in the latter, which Mr. H. E. Jones secured on Knight. The Essex Open, by the way, I should have won save for a bit of bad luck. I got up beside the leading horse, and found I had got him beaten. But a few moments later Eomeo blundered and lost the race. Deception, my winning mount at Chelms- ford the previous month, won the Light Weight Hunt Cup in a canter with I. Bailey riding. These steeplechases were of a private character, and held in connection with the Essex Hunt. The second day was a great one for the favourites, nearly all of whom came in first. At Ipswich, on April 16 and 17, I did myself well, riding in three races the first day and five 1 The Plumpstead dykes are noted. Lieutenant Tylden, a good horseman, who was killed shortly afterwards coming home from hunting, took a toss into one of these dykes. On crawling out he was literally as black as ink, whilst the bouquet ugh ! HIDING AT IPSWICH 235 the second day out of a possible six ; the only race I could not get a mount in being the Harrier Hunt Cup, given by the Duke of Hamilton for half-bred horses, bond fide hunted with the Hamilton Harriers during the season 1884-5. The first day I did nothing worth speaking of, but was more in luck's way on the second. I scored nothing on Romeo in the first event, a Maiden Hunters' Steeplechase. Starting favourite on a horse called Shy lock, in a small field in the Essex and Suffolk Red Coat Race, I won by something like nine or ten lengths from Foxhound, ridden by Mr. Alexander. In the following race I rode a four-year-old, carrying 1 1 st. 2 Ibs., Mr. Poole's Ariosto, against Soubrette and Stella, which also belonged to Mr. Poole. I was badly beaten, coming in second, however, as Stella stopped dead in the middle of a field before we had gone a great way. I was also second in the next race on my own horse Sporran, being beaten by a length or so. It transpired in the weigh ing-in after this race that I had carried seven pounds too much, which made a difference no doubt. The last race of the day, the Eastern Counties Hunt Cup, I won on Sir Henry Selwin- Ibbetson's Maid-of- all- Work, a rather nice mare. I did not feel particularly in need of a rest 236 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY after this pretty stiff dose of chasing at Ipswich, so went down to ride in the Isle of Wight. On April 21 were the Castle Club Races, and next day the Isle of Wight Hunt Chases. I returned home, however, without having scored anything, and after a day or two at Epsom, turned up at Sevenoaks on May 13. I rode a horse in Jones' stable simply for a certificate, and was told he could jump anything standing, but always made a rule of refusing the open ditch. The informa- tion was correct. I got him up to the ditch all right, and there the brute stuck. A perfect swarm of stable-boys came running up, and tried their level best with clothes-props to help me get him over the ditch, which he eventually did jump standing. The annoying part of the affair was that several of the well-intended, but ill- delivered, blows of the stable-boys fell on my shoulders rather than on the horse's quarters. So ended my spring chasing season of 1885. In the autumn and winter of 1885 I did more hunting and shooting than chasing, but was as usual a good deal at Epsom. October 9, 1885, is a black-letter day in my diary. Cartridge, purchased in 1876, had to be shot. She was the cleverest of jumpers, with, as I have mentioned, a great reputation in Essex. A GOOD MAKE AND A VILE HOUSE 237 A horse which recalls much less pleasant memories than Cartridge is Forester, whom I was riding about this time. He was a purchase from Jones' stable, and never won me a race. I gave 200 for the horse, and at a time when half that sum would have purchased a clinking good animal called Standard, who soon after- wards won the Grand Military, or Amythist, who won a big steeplechase at Worcester, and another at Leamington a little later on. Forester cost a great deal of money in all before we were happily rid of him, and he was the most ex- pensive horse and biggest crock I ever possessed. He was given away to a friend as a park hack, and fell down dead not a great while afterwards. A rough-up at Sandown early in March 1886 was disastrous to Ked Hussar, a very fine horse indeed. Jones was anxious to give Coquette, belonging to his Eoyal Highness the Prince of Wales, all the schooling possible in order that she might have a good chance of winning the Grand Military Gold Cup in which she was shortly to run. Bewicke was on Eed Hussar, Fisher on Coquette, and I on Flushing. The ground was terribly hard, and we really ought not to have been out at all. Red Hussar, before we had gone very far, split a 238 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY pastern, and had to be at once destroyed. The horse was so great a favourite that before he had lain dead for ten minutes almost every scrap of hair had been cut from the mane and tail by the mob to be kept by way of mementoes. How hard the ground was may be judged by the fact that there were something like ten broken collar-bones in Jones' and Iquique's stables, about half of which were snapped that afternoon. An offer to buy Ked Hussar had come from a high quarter very shortly before this misfortune, and it was known that a heavy sum had been named as the price. This training disaster reminds me of a most unfortunate trial, the particulars of which were related to me by an old chasing comrade. Eeturning one evening from Wye, having most unexpectedly landed an eight to one chance and upset a good thing of Yates's with Sensier up, I strolled into the Naval and Military Club, when a cheery hail from the depths of an armchair, " Have you dined, old fellow ? " revealed to me the beaming countenance of Billy Morris now, alas ! no more, killed, like Whyte Melville, 1 in a grip no bigger than a 1 George Whyte Melville was not killed over a fence or a furrow. His horse turned over in a flat, well-harrowed, light-ploughed field, dicky legs ridden on too long ! B. BILLY MORRIS'S YARN 239 water-furrow. Having told him I had dined, he replied " Well, bring yourself to an anchor, and let's have some coffee, a smoke, and a yarn." This suited me well, as I had as much respect for little Billy's head as his hands, which were generally, if not unanimously, admitted to be the best in the British army. Amongst my steeplechasing acquaintances there was not one his equal in observing and graphically describing the incidents of a cross-country event. Being connected with the same stable, a topic of mutual interest was not difficult to find. As one of our nags was first favourite for the big event at Croydon to be decided the following week, I hazarded a suggestion that it was a good thing for us. A groan was the only answer. " Halloa, old chap, what's up ; a twinge of rheumatics ? " " Oh, of course you know nothing about it," was the reply ; and forthwith Billy proceeded to unfold his tale of woe, which I will try and relate as much as possible in his own words. " We're now at York, as you are aware. Yester- day morning a wire was handed me from Marcus, * Come at once, do not fail.' The chief, with 240 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY a merry twinkle, pretty shrewdly guessed what the game was, and at once granted leave. Though he doesn't sport silk now, you know what a bad one to beat he is with hounds. You remember what a cracker he led us with that good up- wind afternoon dog-fox from Lightly, right under your own windows, along the straight run-in of your private course, through South Wood, across the very best of your country, past Squarson Leigh's, with those fine horsemen, George Blake on Cartridge and Billy White on Tommy Dodd, riding knee to knee in a way which reminded one of the old days over the Middlewick course. By the bye, our brave old Chilblain was out that day, and your delight when the Ted worth Finder pulled the fox down in where was it, Holland or Jamaica ? for no fox-hunter had ever before seen the death honours of a fox in such a morass as was your East Anglian lagoon. But I'm rather running riot. Catching a fast train south, I'd time for a snack at the ' Spurs,' and to get comfortably down to Epsom Station, where our worthy trainer and jockey, Jack Jones, met me and soon rattled me up to Priam Lodge. There I found Marcus, and Jack's brother-in-law, Arthur Hall. Ensconced in BILLY MORRIS'S YARN 241 Jack's snuggery, which is so tastefully decorated with many mementoes of his patrons' good- will, a characteristic evening was spent dis- cussing our battles past, present, and future not the least important of which was that which had been the cause of my wire, viz. that C , the favourite for the Great Croydon Handicap, was to be 'asked the question' the following morning, and we saw no particular reason why the noble army of touts should know more of the stable secrets than we could help. Jack, of course, was to ride the favourite, Marc old Woodcock, a most reliable trial horse, whilst Hall and I were to have the mounts on Q and T respectively to ensure a pace. Mrs. Jack had carefully locked the lads in their dormitories, from which durance vile they would not be released till C had satisfactorily or otherwise been through the mill. Weights having been carefully adjusted, about two hours before daylight we adjourned to the stables, saddled our horses, mounted and jogged along by the bye-lanes to Sandown, where everything had previously been quietly pre- pared. As day began to break we could dis- tinguish the trees above and beyond the grand stand. Having filed on to the course, but 242 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY little time was lost in getting into line and starting. Q jumping a bit the quickest into her bridle, led up to the first flight of hurdles, where she showed temper, and whipping round absurdly carried the others with her. So we laughingly returned to the starting-post. No mishap followed a second attempt. The minor details of the trial will hardly interest you. Suffice it to say that it was a fast run one. Hall and I had performed our allotted tasks, and were easing our horses somewhere opposite the lower part of the public stand enclosure, and, although at the wrong angle, watched the finish, so far as we could, with considerable interest. With one of his powerful rushes Jack seemed to come away from the half distance, and gradually overhauling game old Woodcock a few strides from the winning-post, landed C a clever winner. We subsequently ascertained it was three- quarters of a length. A gratified look had hardly passed between us, and a misty idea that the bookies' shekels were in my pocket, and that there would be no difficulty in springing that extra pony which would transfer that raking chestnut of Bob's from his stable to mine, and the following week the Rugby Venus Tankard MORNING EXERCISE AT SANDOWN 243 from Hunt and JloskelTs shop-window to my sideboard, when a remark from Hall arrested my attention. * I don't like the way the master's dismounted ; hope there's nothing wrong.' Increasing our pace up the hill we found something very much wrong. C was on three legs ; he had broken down the stride past the post. The glorious uncertainty had indeed reminded us of its existence, to our great discomfiture. Leaving Hall to make the cripple as comfortable as circumstances would admit, a somewhat melancholy trio wended their way back to Epsom. On arriving outside the stables, Jack's face was a study at seeing the touts squatting about like so many peccaries, wait- ing the favourite's appearance for morning exercise. I hardly suppose the mischief has leaked out yet. ' Here, waiter, give me the " Special." ' By Jove, hasn't it, though ! look here, sixty-six to one offered. The acumen of touts is simply appalling." This breakdown was naturally a bit of a facer, but fortunately just then the stable was in rare form, and by the time the so-called illegitimate season had closed, the winning brackets represented a formidable total, and the balance at Weatherby's a correspondingly healthy orester not a very sidering I had ridden in five This year the Champion Lc on April 1. I rode in six evei in four of them was second, of it in the other two. The I Mr. Barkley's Problem, the \\ being second in this race, anc WINNING RAGES WITH A SPRAINED WRIST 245 last event of the day, the Consolation. Captain Henderson's Paleface, ridden by Mr. Purefoy, won the Hunt Cup, the only other starter being Sporran, with myself up. Telemachus (Mr. Tippler up) was first in the Champion Lodge Cup, and Flushing second, both starting at odds of 4 to 1 against. Telemachus also won the Selling Hunters' Hurdle Kace Plate, beating Ariosto, my mount. I did not ride again in April, but in both May and June following put in an appearance at a good few meetings, local and other. At Ipswich, on May 5, I won two races on a mare called Misunderstood this despite an ugly fall in my second race that day, which so shook me up that it was scarcely easy to hold the reins. Fortunately Misunderstood had a beautiful mouth, and was very easy to ride. Both races, namely, the Shrublands Park Maiden Hunters' Steeplechase, and the Essex and Suffolk Ked Coat Race of three miles " over a fair hunting country," were won by three lengths. In the first race I started second favourite in spite of my sprained wrist, and beat Sir Henry Selwin-Ibbetson's Lorna, the first favourite ; whilst in the second started top weight, and rather a hot favourite, if my memory has not 246 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY failed me. Mr. J. B. Charters came in second on Garry o wen. In the Military Steeplechase my mount was Pictus ; but though favourite he did not succeed in repeating his previous suc- cesses with me as his rider. Captain Lee Barber also had a nasty fall that day, breaking his collar-bone. The chasing came off on the old Ipswich course. Talking of falls, I once came to much grief through trying to rise and remount when there was a horse close behind me. I got struck on the head and rendered unconscious as a punish- ment. It would have been far wiser to have lain still and allowed the horses behind to pass over me. A horse is as squeamish as a tame elephant about treading on a man. Once the Marquess of Queensberry riding in a race at Punchestown, came down when leading in a field of thirty-six. He lay flat, whilst the other horses passed over, or close to, him. There is no denying that it requires some patience to do this, but it is the only safe course to adopt. This reminiscence of Queensberry as a rider recalls a rather quaint incident in his career as an owner of race-horses. He bought a horse called Morris Dancer for 700, and ran him several times. The horse was over-handicapped, LORD QUEENSBERRY 247 however, and could do nothing. Quite dis- gusted, Queensberry at length resolved to try and get rid of the animal, and offered him to anybody who would buy him on the course after the last race. Everybody laughed at the offer, till at last a butcher ventured to say he would run to a five-pound note. Queeusberry promptly closed with this princely offer. Shortly afterwards he was surprised by seeing the horse entered in two races, and handicapped no less than two stone lighter than he had ever been on previous occasions. Thereupon he wrote to the butcher, told him the horse couldn't lose, and asked to be allowed the mounts. The butcher was naturally quite willing, as the Marquess was a fine rider. So Queensberry rode in, and won, both races, backing his mount in both events. He then offered to buy Morris Dancer back for 200. The butcher, nothing loath, consented. At once the horse got over- weighted again, and never afterwards won a race. About now Blondin was astonishing, or rather re-astonishing, London with his tight-rope walking at the Albert Palace, and being in town on May 12, I repaired to Battersea one day to see the performance. I pressed him to take me across the rope ; but he made excuse 248 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY that the electric light was rather trying, and said he therefore could not accede to my request. He would only take his son across with him. It seems to have been a fact that his sight was not then what it had been a few years before, but knowing his extraordinary surefooted ness I had not the least hesitation in making the request, and would have gone on his back without any misgiving. I should have made a point of not falling without at any rate carrying Blondin along with me, and Blondin, in my opinion, simply could not fall. He promised to take me across the rope on some future occasion should a favourable opening offer, but it never did. Southwell, May 3, 1886. Here I won the Hunters' Flat Eace on my mare Imogene, starting at 5 to 1 against. She was by Queen's Herald out of Imogene, and trained by Jones. Captain Maud slay's Mercia, the favourite, was second, and Mr. Pidcock's Soudan third. This was one amongst probably many races won by a long and painstaking examination of the ground early in the morning. I found a shepherd's track, but so close to the rails that in sticking to it in the race quite expected once or twice that my shins would get broken against the HUGGING THE RAILS 249 heads of some of the spectators who craned forward to see the sport, as people do when at all interested in an event. It was necessary to hug the rails for a good while, so as not to get off the track into the deep ground, through which the other horses were ploughing their weary way. The craning necks were no doubt one and all drawn discreetly back as I came up to close quarters, but in my hot haste I did not perceive this, and felt that an accident was almost inevitable. As regards devices for winning a race, George Fordham had one which in the case of a very close finish was certainly not likely to confuse the judge in a way unfavourable to himself. He would throw himself forward almost between the ears of his horse, and so seem to be first past the post in cases where the race might otherwise have been adjudged a dead heat, or even, it may be, given in his rival's favour. Every inch in the case of a very close finish makes a difference, and it is quite conceivable that the judge seeing a jockey's colours first past the post would award the wearer the race, even if his horse's nose was beaten by an inch or two. At Aylesbury, the same month, it fell to my 250 MEMOIRS OF SIB CLAUDE DE CBESPIGNY lot to ride another very ill-tempered horse Quarter-master Brown's Galloway. It was on the flat, but Galloway suddenly took a fancy for a bit of steeplechasing. We went off the course, and over the brook. It is scarcely necessary to add that he was not placed in that race. At Wye, on June 17, I was second to Chorister, ridden by Butcher, in the Selling Hunters' Hurdle Race, with Imogene ; and the following week was racing on the flat at Stockbridge. Here I rode Imogene one day in the Hunters' Plate, won by Amy, with Billy Bevill up, but was not placed ; and Cutlet in the Andover Stakes, another. Cutlet, the property of Arthur Yates, and trained at Bishops Sutton, was, like Condor II., a perfect rogue. He would scarcely ever try, but when he did was very hard to beat. Sensier did once win a race on Cutlet, not a little to his own surprise, starting at long odds. In this race at Stockbridge, Cutlet was quite out of it. George Lambton won on Lord Lurgan's Polemic. When Billy Bevill, the rider of Amy that day at Stockbridge, ceased riding, some years ago now, he was the oldest gentleman jockey, or at least the oldest known at all to the public, living. My old friend Billy White, THE ' HAMPSHIRE WEEK' 251 who has now passed the borderland of the seventies, was still riding picked mounts nine or ten years ago. The last time he ever donned colours was at a Champion Lodge meeting. Billy Bevill, like Fred Beauclerk, never be- lieved much in his own oratorical powers. At a dinner at one of the Bibury meetings, Sir John Astley and others drank his health with acclaim. He got up to make a speech in response, and this is what he said : "I am very much obliged to you for having drank my health, but I would a deal rather ride a race than make a speech." With that he sat down abruptly. What an enjoyable affair used the "Hampshire Week " to be in those days ! The charms of the twin meeting over the Danebury Downs have been so often dwelt upon, that there is no need to repeat them here. Amongst the regular fre- quenters there were : Lord Portsmouth, Cale- don Alexander, Sir John Astley, Lord Falmouth, Henry Savile, the Duke of Hamilton, the Duke of Beaufort, Sir Frederick Johnstone, and Lord Alington, Count Kinsky, Prince Soltykoff, Duchess of Montrose, General Owen Williams, and Sir William Throgmorton. Ten years or so have made a sorry gap in the ranks of these patrons of Bibury. 252 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY Flat racing, as mentioned earlier in this book, has never been either my metier or my ambition. It lacks the stirring incidents, the hazards, and consequently the excitement of the steeplechase. Very few men have been strikingly successful, so far as my experience goes, both on the flat and across country, though now and again we come across a jockey, like Arthur Coventry, who is perfectly at home racing as well as chasing. Jim Adams, who is now training, might pre- sumably have been regarded as decidedly suc- cessful in his day in both provinces. One mount in a big steeplechase the Grand National was enough and to spare for Webb, and Eicaby has also made a little chasing go a long way. Some who have grown too weighty to be any longer useful on the flat, take to steeplechasing with a certain amount of success, but they are few and far between. Steeplechasing of course has not the pecuniary inducements which are offered by flat racing ; it has no Jubilees and Eclipses. Nevertheless, Fred Archer always had a fancy to try his hand at a big cross-country event one day. He said he would ride in the Grand National before he died, but the intention was never carried out. There was chasing at Wye in the early part of AN INTERESTING REUNION 253 January 1887, but several meetings later on during this and the following month had to be abandoned owing to the hard frost. I went down to Savernake to ride in the steeplechases, which it was intended to hold there, but the ground was too iron-bound to permit of their coming off, and we had to wait for sport till March 8. On that day the Rugby Chases were held-. An interesting reunion to me at this meeting was that between myself and " Bay " Middleton. We had ridden just twenty years before, first and second respectively in the South of Ireland Military, and had not once met as antagonists on a racecourse in the interim. At o Rugby " Bay " won a race on Punjaub, and I one on Flushing. Twenty years is a good slice out of even a long sporting life ; but we both recalled our Irish contest very clearly, and not without some lively emotions. " Bay," by the way, though unlucky enough to lose the South of Ireland Military, which I was fortunate enough to win on Maid of the Mist, had won two races that day in the spring of 1867, one on Black Prince, the other on a mare called Sophy. My win at Rugby was the Ladies' Plate. Flushing's success in this race seemed to show that a horse usually repays an owner for indi- 254 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY vidual attention and supervision. Whilst at the trainer's this horse, who was rented from Billy White, was always singularly unfortunate ; whereas the first time he ran after removal to Champion Lodge, where we were able to train him ourselves, he won a race. Captain Elmhirst's Vanity Fair came in second, ridden by Captain Lindsey, who was beaten by a length and a half or so. A bad third. Next day we turned to Loughborough to take part in the Quorn and Donington Hunt meeting. In a field of two for the Half-bred Steeplechase Plate, the betting was seven to four on my opponent, Mr. Lewin's Brunette. I was on Chatterbox, who was hired from a friend. Brunette won, but an objection was lodged and sustained on the ground of not being a maiden. The stakes therefore fell to Chatterbox. Talking of disqualifications, it was once gravely stated that Wenty Hope Johnstone in a race in Ireland had appealed against five opponents, and got them all disqualified. Wenty was asked if that were so. He said no it wasn't, but told of a decidedly curious thing that had occurred in relation to this particular race. He had lodged an objection against the favourite, which was allowed. Now the owner of the favourite was ' GREEK FIBE' 255 also the owner of the horse Wenty had ridden. Surely this case is an absolutely unique one ! One of the Louises used to write " Nothing " in his diary even at a period when the fortunes of his kingdom were at stake if there was no hunting. So a steeplechaser at times during, at any rate, the steeplechasing season may well set down the same word when he gets no sport worth speaking of. Thus " Nothing " at Chelmsford Chases on March 24, 1882, and ditto at 13th Hussars' Chases at Manningtree on April 12. On April 27, Greek Fire and I repaired to Thick Thorn. Greek Fire would certainly have been first instead of second in a fair race on the following day, had not my opponent ridden clean across, for which outrage he ought to have been disqualified at least as deservedly as Brunette. But the judge's decision was not upset. There is not of course the satisfaction, or anything like it, of winning a race through the disqualification of one's opponent as there is in beating all competitors in a fair and square race. It may be added that the jockey who spoilt Greek Fire's chance on this occasion in such an inexcus- able manner was the merest amateur ; had he been a professional or a seasoned rider, his conduct 256 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY would have disqualified him to an absolute certainty. At Ipswich, on May 5, my colours were not prominent ; but on the 17th, Edensor won. The horse originally belonged to the Duke of Hamilton, who was present, and said he had never seen the horse looking better. He endeavoured to bolt off the course in this race the Trades- men's Cup at Bungay with the evident idea of turning into the stables where he had slept over- night. But his rider did not see his way to accommodate Edensor, and instead the horse won the race. That was the last race for me in 1887, a trip to North America in search of other varieties of sport being arranged shortly afterwards. Edensor would have had a great chance of winning the Grand National, in my opinion, if he had only been entered for that race. He was a beautiful jumper, and would not have carried more than ten stone on his back at Liverpool. Since passing out of Marsh's hands, Edensor had done a good deal of hunting in our cramped Essex country, and the music of the hounds had probably made him take kindly to jumping. We had carefully " summered " him on the salt- ings, and got his legs as fine as a foal's. Had he STANLEY'S AFRICAN EXPEDITION 257 landed upside of the leaders over the last fence at Liverpool, his fine turn of speed would have about carried him home. When in America I wrote to have him entered for the race ; but ought to have wired, for he had been sold before the message was received. Marsh, curiously enough, despaired of Edensor as a steeplechaser, and decided that he was only fitted for hurdle racing. When in the winter of 1886 Mr. Stanley's African expedition was being arranged, I had every intention, could it be managed, of forming one of the party. We met and talked the matter over. Mr. Stanley's staff, however, was complete at the time, and moreover, whilst good enough to say that I was well fitted to be one of his party in nearly all respects, he pointed out, what was perfectly true, that want of Central African experience was a drawback. The inter- view therefore did not promise good results, nor was a second one with him and Sir Francis de Winton, a few days later, more productive. What I ought to have done was to have gone to the point of debarkation, and there in all probability Mr. Stanley would have accepted me as a member of his party. Friends who were aware of the offer I made 258 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY to Mr. Stanley of my services, have on more than one occasion observed that it was very fortunate it came to nothing, as otherwise there would have been an ugly split between us, such as actually occurred in regard to Major Barttelot. But my interview with Mr. Stanley was of a most friendly character ; nor is there the slightest reason in my mind to suppose that we should of necessity have fallen out had my offer been accepted. Discipline should always be one of the chief laws of life to every man who has been in the Service ; so much may be safely said without making the least comment on the unhappy quarrel which threw a dark cloud over this African expedition of Mr. Stanley's. Even more keenly have I had cause to regret my lot in not being able to take part as a volunteer in several of our little African wars. Unfortunately the terms of my father's Will compelled me to ensure my life heavily about the time of my marriage, and the Insurance Companies, as is well known, are enabled to put on a very high war premium. This shut me out of the various campaigns in South and North Africa during the last dozen years or so. In particular I was very keen to go to the Cape as I VOLUNTEER TO GO TO THE CAPE 259 a volunteer at the time of Isandula ; but it was clearly intimated to me that I should be penal- ized by a very heavy and additional premium. I had therefore to stay at home, and fret over my baulked projects. CHAPTER VII ADVENTUKE BY LAND AND SEA A trip to Florida Havana A candidate for office of Picador A reminiscence of Governor Eyre Bull- fighting The charge of brutality brought against it A Portuguese bull-fight A Spanish bull-fight A great exhibition of skill arid pluck The history and traditions of the bull-fight A sparring match that failed Two ten to one chances A race won after two falls A capital way of keeping fit in town How Lord Queen sherry does so Sir Thomas Lennard's plan Going to sea in an open boat A complete wreck From Southampton to Plymouth. IN these days of universal travel it is a difficult matter to strike what may be termed new ground. Indeed, it is almost impossible, and the nearest approach one can make to novelty is to pick out the spots least frequented by those two ubiqui- tous specimens of humanity, the sportsman and the British tourist. Bearing this in mind, and having received an invitation from an ex-sailor, I determined on a short tour through Florida, with Cuba to follow. So having written to 260 A TRIP TO FtOEIbA 261 S to meet me at Douglass's Tropical Hotel at Kissiinmee, set about collecting my impedimenta, and engaged a berth by the Cunard boat from Liverpool to New York. Of course there are many ways of getting to the stars and stripes, and the traveller can have his choice of which line he will elect to travel by. Mine fell on the Cunarder, and there was no cause to repent it ; everything on board was most comfort- able, and with fine weather we made a rapid passage, arriving at Sandyhook almost before we had well cleared the Mersey at least so it seemed. From New York there is again a choice of routes. You can take the luxurious vestibule train or the steamer to Jacksonville, where it will not be amiss to spend a couple of days at St. Augustine, in the palatial hotel, Ponce de Leon, built after the style of old Moorish architecture. From Jacksonville you take the train to Kissimmee ; or, better still perhaps, the steamer down St. John's Eiver to Sandford, and then on by rail. Arrived at Kissimmee, Mr. Douglass will, assuming that he is still in the land of the living, make you thoroughly comfortable in the Tropical Hotel at an exceedingly moderate outlay, and 262 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY will put you in the way of obtaining either a steamer or boat to the best sporting ground, which is in the neighbourhood of Fort Bassenger and Lake Arbuckle. On arrival at Kissimmee, I found all arrange- ments had been made by S , who had also got punt and everything in readiness, so that there was nothing for me to do but overhaul the shooting-irons and kit, and prepare for a start. While on the subject of shooting-kits, it may be mentioned there is no necessity to bring out cartridges, as a gunmaker in Kissimmee, called Farringdon, can supply every requisite ; and, what is more, is particularly careful in loading. When ordering cartridges I found American wood powder by far the best, and can recom- mend it strongly. Flannel is the best material for clothing, and a stock of quinine should not be forgotten. These, however, are details. On Tuesday, December 13, we left St. Elmo at 7.15 a.m., arrived at the south end of Lake Tokhopekaliga at 1 p.m., and passing quickly through the canal into Lake Cypress, and on through a second canal, came into Lake Hatch- ineha, just as daylight was vanishing. Here we were lucky enough to hit off a sandbank studded with oak copse, and dry wood being plentiful, ON LAKE HATCElNEHA 263 soon had our camp fire under way, and supper. The whiff of tobacco, and glass of Bourbon whisky which followed the evening meal, were both mighty acceptable, for we had had nine hours' hard rowing under a blazing sun, and O O ' were both fairly tired out. At least I can answer for it that it was with a feeling of deep satisfaction I curled myself up in my blankets for the night, and was quickly lulled to sleep by a chorus of frogs, with the occasional " ouf, ouf ! " of a somewhat consumptive alligator. The following morning we were up betimes, and after an early breakfast packed our boat and made a move. Although there was no definite agreement made, I somehow drifted into the rowing, shooting, and timber- felling department, while S " bossed " the steering, fishing, and cooking side. On arriving off Fort Gardner we came across a party of five Seminoles headed by Tom Tiger, a fine stalwart Indian, who we gathered was likely to be elected chief when old Tallahassee departed for the happy hunting grounds. Pocahontas, who married an English- man named Koalfe, was reputed to have belonged to this nomad tribe. She was for some years in England, and rumour said that she was still living in a large cypress swamp to the south 264 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY of Lake Okeechobee, called the Everglades. If this were correct, she must have reached a ripe old age, as her visit to England took place before the marriage of our Queen. The Seminoles, though now friendly, fought gallantly under Tallahassee against the whites, and it took the American troops some years before they were enabled to thoroughly subdue them. Whilst we were palavering with Tiger and his followers a moccasin snake slipped off the bank and commenced to swim the river. With my first barrel and a charge of No. 4 shot I only managed to wound him, and back he came right at us. Luckily he was turned white side up at a second attempt, and he floated down the stream. The moccasins and rattlesnakes are the most numerous and deadly of the Florida reptiles, besides being exceedingly pugnacious, so it was just as well we did not get to close quarters. Having arranged with the Indians to bring us some skins, we continued our journey down the river into Lake Kissimmee, and camped under a hummock on a fine rido;e of sand a hummock o being the local name for clumps of variegated timber. The next day, the 15th, we paddled down to Floridelphia in time for the midday meal, and FLOR1DELPHIA 265 having arranged with our guide to meet us the following day on one of the neighbouring lakes, returned, meaning to ascend the Tiger Eiver. But missing the entrance we were brought up in the "bonnet" (waterlilies), so had to give it up and make our way back to Floridelphia by the light of a new moon. Early in the morning, before daylight, we were forced to shift our quarters, for a heavy sea got up, and our punt became none too pleasant. After breakfast, however, we took Louis, a "cracker" (i.e. one of the local squatters, so dubbed on account of their powers of manipulating the stock whip), as guide, and started for Tiger Creek, which we reached at noon, and at once commenced its ascent, little dreaming of the difficulties we should have to surmount, or the severe tax on our powers of endurance that would be required before arriving at its source. A strong current had to be stemmed, the turns were both numerous and sharp, and at times we were forced to use both axe and saw where the channel was choked with willow, bonnet, water-lettuce, flags, button- wood, and maiden cane, whilst to make matters extra pleasant, at the most critical part, with a crack and a splash, overboard I went, if not " amidst the sharks and whales," amidst the 266 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY thousands of alligators and snakes which inhabited the adjoining swamp. However, it is a long lane that has no turning, and we at last entered Tiger Lake, and skirting its eastern shore, beached the punt whilst Louis went off to a log- hut for a few necessaries. During the time he was away I took the opportunity of replenishing our larder, and managed to bag half-a-dozen snipe a welcome addition, but one which very nearly cost me my life, for in struggling through some flags to gather one of my birds, my foot came right on the top of a huge moccasin, who was coiled up close to where it fell. Happily, he was as much frightened as myself, and dived out of sight instantly, at which I was very grateful, for my legs were bare, and had he bitten me it would without doubt have been fatal. On Louis's return we pulled round the lake till near Rosalie Creek, where we camped after dark, and spent a most unpleasant night, being much worried by ants, to say nothing of an aggressive centipede, on which S nearly put his hand. Saturday, the 17th, we were up before sunrise, and had a fruitless tramp of four hours through the swamp after deer and turkey. Probably old Tallahassee's hunters had been before us, as we saw plenty of signs, but beyond LOOKING OUT FOB SPOET 267 that nothing. The timber and undergrowth in the swamp was very fine, consisting of three different kinds of oak, black and bay gum, maple, ash, wild mulberry, pine, palmetta, and saw grass. After this we shifted camp, and all three took a stroll for duck and snipe, though what Louis expected to kill with a Winchester rifle, which was the weapon he selected, was only known to himself. That night we were visited by one or more members of the rat tribe, who managed to make a tolerable supper of three courses, viz. one boot, one sock, and one gaiter. Next morning we returned in the teeth of a stiff breeze to Tiger Creek, and the steadiness of the punt in a nasty choppy sea quite astonished us. The unfortunate Louis proved himself a thorough landsman, and kept on bemoaning his hard fate, wishing between the paroxysms of sea-sickness that he was once again driving cows. Once he nearly came into collision with a moccasin snake in some bonnet, which fairly frightened him out of his life, and had the desired effect of keeping him a little quieter. On this journey I did not fall overboard, but varied the performance by stepping with my naked foot on to the spoon bait, and then, while trying to extricate the barb, drove the tail hooks 268 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE into my other ankle. It may be imagined after this I was grateful to an Indian who accepted the machine as a present, and who certainly rated it far above its value. That afternoon we bid farewell to our guide, as we discovered that his knowledge of cooking far exceeded that of venery, and that his ability in emptying the pot was well in advance of his powers of replenishing the same. In the evening we lit our fire close to where we had previously camped in the angle of two huge branches of a fallen oak, and were shortly afterwards joined by Tom Tiger and his nephew. We then proceeded to look for our supper, and were fortunate in shooting a couple of duck, which Tom and his relative helped to devour. Before supper commenced, however, the former gentleman amused himself by enshrouding his athletic form in my Inverness cape, and then suddenly remarked " You got yellow fever ? " some rumour of that disease, which had been raging in Tampa, having evidently reached his ears. " No," I replied. " Aha," rejoined Tom with pride, " I got measles," and removing the cape and opening the front of his hunting shirt, he showed me a A NARROW SHAVE 269 plentiful crop of spots. " You think me bad ? What medicine I take ? " he then asked. But I was too flabbergasted to reply, for the Inverness was my only robe de unit, and I foresaw that I must either make up my mind to go without it, and thereby contract a certain cold, or else run the chance of catching the measles by wearing it. Eventually the latter course was adopted, happily without any evil results. In the middle of the night I was awakened by a heavy thud close to my right ear, and start- ing up found that our fire had undermined the branches of the oak, and that one of them had fallen with tremendous force within a foot from my head on to my rug, a jagged branch driving it quite half a yard into the ground. Had it been a few inches to the left it would have converted me into a jelly. This was about the narrowest shave I ever had of visiting the Great Unknown, except perhaps once, when a friend knocked over a brave Portuguese just as he had got his knife between my shoulder-blades. S , who had coiled himself up in the punt for the night, also had somewhat broken rest, for in the small hours he suddenly found himself drifting out to sea, and had a hard paddle to get back. After breakfast we sculled to East Gardiner, where for 270 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY the next few days my time was occupied in supplying our larder with game from the prairie and pine- wood swamps, S having injured his foot, and consequently being unable to move far from camp. Leaving Fort Gardner we were taken in tow by the Arbuckle steamer, which landed S at St. Elmo's wharf shortly after midnight, and myself at Kissimmee City about half-an-hour later. Kissimmee, notwithstanding the high-sounding title of city, is nothing more than a straggling village, whose morals are looked after by a mayor and two policemen, or rather a marshal and his assistant. Marshal Bailly was a fine old Georgian who, besides being riddled with Northern bullets while serving under Lee, was ruined by the abolition of slavery without compensation. However, we found him a host in himself, and the short work he made of a rowdy cowboy or a refractory nigger was beautiful to behold. It seemed to me a pity we could not hand over Trafalgar Square to his keeping for a short time with the same freedom of action that is extended to the constabulary of the Republic. Here I remained for a short time before going on to Cuba, feeling better in health than ever before in my life ; and no wonder, for camping out in the fine climate of a Florida winter is most A TRIP TO FLORIDA RECOMMENDED 271 enjoyable, and with a liberal commissariat, consisting of fish, venison, and other varieties of game supplied daily by rod and gun, supplemented by a few tinned provisions, coffee, flour, rice, potatoes, hog and hominy, which we took with us. together with the constant exercise from ' O sunrise to sunset, sometimes commencing before the former and ending after the latter, made one feel like a new man. To any one who is fond of sport, and is feeling a little out of sorts, a trip to Florida may be confidently recommended. When in Havana on my way home from Florida, I not unnaturally desired to play some part if possible in the bull-fights which take place there. It would have been a pleasant ending to the excellent small sport we had been enjoying in America. There was a demand for picadors, as a good many men employed in that capacity had recently suffered severely and fallen out of the ranks, but a very inadequate supply. Kegarding this as a good opportunity to " cut in," I offered my services as picador. But the bull-fighters, if jealous of each other, were even more so of a stranger and outsider. They traded on their reputation of being the only people who could face the bull, and they would no doubt have lost prestige if an outsider 272 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY had been allowed to act as picador, and had proved at all successful in that capacity. Ac- cordingly they would not hear of my taking any part in the fight, and I was obliged to go away unsatisfied. No Englishman had ever acted as picador over there, and I had hoped to establish a record and precedent. This short sojourn in the West Indies reminded me of sailoring days spent there more than twenty years before, and especially of the shame- ful way in which Governor Eyre was treated by, one regrets to have to say, the English Govern- ment. The controversy concerning Eyre was re-opened only quite recently in one of the newspapers, and a member of the Carlton Club wrote vainly trying to prove that the leader and instigator of the mutiny which, had it not been effectually crushed out by the Governor's prompt- ness, might have resulted in a general butchering of all the whites in the island of Jamaica was quite unjustly hanged. My memory is pretty vivid in this matter, as we were almost in the midst of the mutiny, and received the most accurate account of all that took place. About the guilt of the ringleader there can be no possible shadow of doubt in the mind of people really conversant with the affair ; though it may REMINISCENCE OF GOVERNOR EYHE 273 be admitted that there was a slight, or what may be called a technical, irregularity in the way he was captured and executed. The Mutiny Act was not operative over the whole of the island, and the leader of the rebellion was seized just beyond the line where the Act ended. It was somewhat like shooting a burglar a yard outside your house, instead of actually within it. Eyre probably saved the whites from a wholesale slaughter, and in reward he was dismissed, and, what was even worse, never given a post elsewhere. The whole thing was a shocking miscarriage of justice. Eyre was on one or two occasions on board our ship to consult the Admiral, and I recollect well enough taking him ashore in the boat in my charge. Though prevented from taking an active part in the bull-fights in Havana, I saw several ex- hibitions there, and later in Portugal. To many English people, even sporting people, the idea of going to a bull-fight as a spectator is a repellant one. But we ought to clear our minds of cant in discussing the frequently agitated question of cruelty in sport. After seeing a good many bull-fights, and talking with people who are well versed in the matter, my conclusion is that it entails far less cruelty than several sports which 274 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE C&ESPIGNY are in liigh favour in this country. Take battue shooting, for instance. I am not going to preach against it, by any means though I do consider it a somewhat luxurious form of sport, and infinitely prefer to make a small mixed bag over a good dog but it is idle to gainsay the fact that these monster days amongst feathered game mean a great deal of acute suffering. How- ever deadly the shots, a percentage of the birds get wounded, and creep away out of reach of beaters and game-gatherers to endure much prolonged suffering. Now in bull-fighting the pain endured by the animals is probably small compared to that endured by the wounded pheasants and hares. There is no question whatever about the bull itself thoroughly enjoying the sport. The pheasant does not want to be shot at, nor the fox to be hunted, but the bull does want to fight. It is the beast's nature. He is pricked a good deal, no doubt, and rendered furious in consequence ; but what is his pain in compari- son to that of a pheasant with a broken wing or leg ? Next to nothing. Then as to the horses : they are, it is true, injured, and finally killed. I am the last in the world to view with approval brutality towards horses, and should not fail to BULL-FIGHTING 275 intervene where possible and practicable. , But the lot of the horses used for bull-fighting purposes is infinitely preferable to the lot of the wretched animals that are doomed to drag the ordinary Spanish diligence. Two blacks do not make a white, but if you approve on behalf of the horses of doing away with bull-fighting in Spain, you ought to approve even more of re- forming the existing state of things in regard to the Spanish diligence. The cruelty of the drivers is well-nigh incredi- ble. It might almost disgust some of the worse drivers of hansoms in London. The Jehu of the diligence indeed knows no mercy, and many who have travelled in Spain by road must have noted the fact that when opportunity offers he will usually prod the wretched animals on a sore place. The stick with which he belabours his horses is of a very hard wood, and used with no little force. In a single stage a horse can, and often does, suffer more pain than is likely to result from the wounds received from a bull's horn in the arena. No doubt this view of bull-fighting is a little out of the common. Bagot and Churston, my shooting and yachting companions in the Mediterranean, came to a very different opinion 276 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY they had seen a fight at Malaga, which, by the way, certainly does appear to have been a very sanguinary affair; but, depend upon it, there are plenty of people who, if they went out shooting and saw hares and pheasants suffer, would be quite as much upset by the sight as by an ordinary bull-fight. Bull-fighting as prac- tised in Portugal is certainly in some respects a more artistic performance than that of Spain. The horses used are much finer, and altogether ' O too good to be exposed to the certainty of injury which the Spanish animals incur. The riding too in these Portuguese performances is very pretty. Bagot has given a good description of a Lisbon fight in his little book on Shooting and Yachting in the Mediterranean. " After the usual preliminaries, and march past," he writes, " the ring was cleared, and in came El Toro with padded horns and a piece of board strapped across his forehead. Then appeared two Portuguese noblemen riding their own horses (rare good-looking nags too), and the fun commenced, the object of the riders being to plant a small banderillo, in the shape of a rosette, on the bull's head, and get away before the bull knocked himself and horse head over heels. There was some very pretty play A PORTUGUESE BULL-FIGHT 277 and good riding, and the entertainment was varied with other feats, such as riding the bull bare-backed, getting into a barrel, and letting the animal roll it about the ring, vainly trying to get at the man inside, who, having made the bull perfectly furious, would wait his opportunity, and jumping out run like a hare for the barrier with Toro in hot pursuit. One individual was just a moment too late, and the bull caught him before he could get over, and hove him fairly into the middle of the spectators, following himself clean over the barrier amid shouts of laughter. However, nothing worse than a few bruises was the result, and when we got back on board we all agreed we had spent a very pleasant evening, and that Lisbon bull-fighting is worth ten of the Spanish performances." In that excellent book, Wild Spain, Messrs. Chapman and Back give a glowing picture of the commencement of a Spanish bull-fight, which will help to show even the most pre- judiced that there is something in "tauro- machia " other than brutality. " What a spec- tacle," write these authors, " is presented by the Plaza at this moment ! One without parallel in the modern world. The vast amphitheatre, 278 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE ORESPIGNY crowded to the last seat in every bow and tier, is held for some moments in breathless suspense : above, a glorious canopy of an Andalucian summer sky : below, on the yellow arena, rushes forth the bull fresh from his distant prairie, amazed yet undaunted by the unwonted sight and the bewildering blaze of colour which surrounds him. For one brief moment the vast mass of excited humanity sits spellbound : the clangour of myriads is stilled. Then the pent-up cry bursts forth in frantic volumes, for the gleaming horns have done their work, and buen toro ! buen toro ! ring's from twice o ten thousand throats." The performances which I witnessed at Havana, and tried to take part in myself, were only fairly good. There was a good deal of carnage without any superlative display of skill. The best men, as, for instance, Espartero, who came by such a tragic end in the arena at Madrid not a great while ago, or Xerezano (that is, a man from Xeres), would not find it worth their while to settle in Havana, when they can make an income far exceeding that of the best-salaried Spanish minister by staying at home. A bull-fighter's income in Spain does not compare ill with that of a first-class jockey A BULL-FIGHTEKS REPUTATION 279 on the flat in England. There is no doubt that a great number of the habitues at the Spanish bull-fights are of a decidedly brutal turn of mind. As a very prominent and successful bull-fighter remarked, they are never content unless the most difficult and most dangerous feats a man can accomplish in the arena are constantly being repeated. If an espada, having achieved a feat requiring a superlative display of skill and courage, does not do the same thing again when he next enters the arena, the audience feel aggrieved ; whilst, if he continues to attempt the same feat, he is almost bound in the end to come by his death in the arena. Having won a great reputation, the bull-fighter cannot afford to rest on his laurels. He must preserve it by constantly re-delighting his admirers with his most daring and clever devices, otherwise he will soon fall in .the popular estimation. To regard the Spanish bull-fight as a merely brutal slaughter, without any redeeming feature, is to show oneself ignorant of the sport, and equally so of the history and traditions of this ancient country. It is idle to deny that the office of matador or espada, as well as that, in a lesser degree, of picador, demand the 280 MEMOIRS OF S1E CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY exercise of skill of the highest order, besides bravery and perfect coolness. No Englishman, who is accustomed to think highly of such qualities, can see a first-class matador overcome a very active and savage bull in the arena without a strong feeling of admiration. A matador carries his life in his hand, with a vengeance, when, single-handed and on foot, he challenges to mortal combat an infuriated bull. Should his courage, or his eye, or his feet fail him at the supreme moment, it is all over. Mr. F. C. Selous recently related a stirring adventure he once had with a wounded lion. The animal, mad with pain and anger, came rushing upon him with the evident intention of exacting a deadly vengeance. Had he turned and fled, or lost his nerve and resource in any degree, probably nothing could have saved him. But he stood perfectly still, and merely yelled for the dogs to be let loose. His boldness caused the red-hot courage of the lion to cool, and the brute turned tail. There were cheers when Mr. Selous reached this point in his story. Englishmen cannot restrain a feeling of generous admiration for conduct of this kind, and they never will. Conceive then what feelings must animate thousands of SKILL AND PLUCK OF BULL-FIGHTER 281 susceptible Spaniards, when they see one of the popular favourites perform some feat in the arena that requires an amount of bravery at least equal to that needed by a lion-hunter, and infinitely greater skill. The most exciting of all sports are those in which the human element plays the chief part, and in which the greatest pluck and resource are called for. Nothing in ancient or modern times, except perhaps the exhibitions of the Eoman gladiators, has ever come near a first-class Spanish bull- fight in this respect. Then again, people who are ready to stigmatize the Spaniards as utterly brutal because they love the bull-fight, have not perhaps considered how inextricably bound up with the ancient traditions and history of the country is the art of " tauromachia." We often talk about horse-racing as a national institution in England, and it no doubt is so. Compared, however, with the bull-fight, it is, after all, the merest mushroom growth. Its traditions are great, and it has numbered amongst its ardent supporters not only princes of the royal blood, but statesmen of the highest prominence and popularity. But for centuries the chief per- formers in the Spanish bull-fights were many 282 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY of the foremost noblemen and grandees in the country. It used indeed to be part of the " liberal education " of a Spaniard of distinction to have graduated in " tauromachia." Charles L, grandson of Isabel, killed a bull in fair fight in the arena in his day. When the Bourbons succeeded to the throne of Spain, bull-fighting gradually went out of fashion amongst the Spanish nobility, that is so far as the taking any personal part therein as matador or picador was concerned. This was not because the Bourbons were shocked at the custom, but rather by reason of their effeminate character. They " Frenchified " the Spanish nobility in this and other provinces. But even the secession of the nobles and grandees from the arena could not lessen the popularity of the bull-fight. There arose a class of professional matadors or espadas who took their place, and have ably filled it since. To judge by the incomes these men earn, and the enormous audiences that crowd to the various arenas to witness first-class performances, bull-fighting has quite as strong a hold on the affections of the people to-day as it has had at any previous period in the history of Spain. One more word concerning the charge of PROFESSIONAL MATADORS 283 brutality which is brought against the Spanish bull-fight, and I have done. To those who do not even admit that in the toreo there is frequently to be seen what has been well de- scribed as "an unrivalled exhibition of human skill, nerve, and power," it is no use appealing. But the question may be asked of those who do admit that great skill and pluck are shown by the best espadas, whether pain inflicted on the brute creation under these circumstances is not, at any rate, more excusable than pain inflicted where there is no such exhibition. There is surely nothing in the nature of an " unrivalled exhibition of human skill " in potting pheasants, even if they are " rocketing " birds. Moreover a wounded pheasant, in all probability, suffers more pain, or, at any rate, usually suffers it much longer, than a horse in the Spanish bull-ring. We may feel for the horse more because we esteem it as a much better and more intelligent creature than the bird ; then, too, the size of the creature injured has a great deal to do with the size of our grief. We forget how " the poor beetle, which we tread upon, in corporal substance feels a pang as great as when a giant dies." Before arriving home I stayed both in Spain 284 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY and Portugal. Whilst at Madrid, an attempt was made to get up a little boxing match, in which I was to play the part of a principal. The fact was the chief picador, or the man who in Portugal answers to the picador, was rather a bully, and had on several occasions knocked about the local police and other people into the bargain. So there was a desire to enlist some one who would " take it out " of him. I was urged to take on this bullying bull- fighter, and professed my willingness to give, or receive, a hiding. But it came to nothing, as the man would not be induced to risk his big local reputation as a pugilist. The 60th was at Gibraltar at this time, and I accordingly stayed there a while on my return home, and did some fox-hunting with the Calpe Hounds. It is a rather poor substitute for hunting with English packs. We were not allowed to gallop over the cultivated ground, and the " going," where one could ride, was of a dreadful character, the ground being mostly rocks. English horses could not stand it, but the country-breds which were used were certainly a very clever and useful breed. I left Spain on January 31, 1888, arrived at Plymouth on February 4, and after a day or I ARRIVE AT PLYMOUTH 285 two in town to see what there was to be seen after my long stay abroad, returned home, and recommenced fox-hunting. Frost militated against steeplechasing, so there was no sport for me to speak of till the Chelmsford meeting on March 15, 1888, when I got home first in the Galleywood Steeplechase on Brown Tommy - my first win for a long while past. Descend- ing the hill, we had to pull up and trot, so deep and sticky had the Darby digger made the stiff clay. In the ascent of the hill, the three leading horses were rolling from distress a terribly severe finish that ! Brown Tommy was a ten to one chance. The Toad, ridden by Mr. Tippler, led up the ploughed fields closely accompanied by the favourite, Sir Harry Selwin - Ibbetson's Burnouse, but soon after turning into the straight run in, Brown Tommy came to the front, and won by a little over a length. In my next steeplechase I again started the outsider of the party, this time on Imogene. It was March 27, and a cruel day too for steeplechasing. A perfectly blinding snowstorm swept over the course, and was twice straight in our faces, so that we could not see our next fence till close up to it. This was the Solent 286 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Maiden Hunters' Steeplechase at the Grange Club meeting. Imogene was trained at Arthur Yates' stables, at Bishops Sutton. There were two good jockeys in that race, Escott and Dollery, but they certainly rode under great disadvantages. Half-a-mile from home Imogene came out full of running, and heading the favourite, Cope (with Dollery up), won easily. Didn't the bookies cheer as she came in ! Imogene had probably not been backed at all, as it was generally understood that Cope, which had been backed for a lot of money at Sandown, and was trained in the same stable, was much the better. On the same day I once more started at ten to one, riding Spangle in the Alverstoke Selling Hunters' Flat Eace. I had Spangle on racing terms. He could only get placed second, so my spell of good luck with rank outsiders was broken. The race was won by Sir I. Duke's Passing Shower, which started at something like three to one on at all events a hot favourite. There was chasing again next day at Winchester, in which I scored nothing, Imogene being very sore after her previous exertions, and this ended my little Hampshire riding expedition, with the exception of a couple BVNGAY STEEPLECHASES 287 of days' sport next month in the Isle of Wight. There were the Castle Club races on one day, and the Isle of Wight chases on another. Spangle and another were schooled and sent down for those events, but without any good result. Spangle, however, won the Tradesmen's Plate a week later at the Bungay Steeplechases. It was rather a good race that. Kelvin, the favourite, ridden by Mr. C. Thompson, made a desperate bid for victory, and once in the straight Spangle having worked to the front after blundering at one fence we had an ex- citing race neck-and-neck almost up to the post : won by half a length. Spangle was disqualified a long while afterwards, as it turned out that he was in the flat-race forfeit list. To fall twice in a field of five and yet win the race, is a thing one does not expect to do often in a life- time. On May 3, 1888, I did so, when riding Brown Tommy in the Essex and Suffolk Hunt Cup at Colchester. Owing to recent floods the course was in a very rotten condition, and as a consequence every horse but one came down ! Five started, namely, Captain Hawkshaw's Lady Cherry, ridden by owner ; Mr. Wright's Patrician, ridden by owner; Mr. Dun- 288 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY net's The Toad, ridden by Mr. Percy Tippler ; Mr. Charteris' Countess, ridden by owner ; and Brown Tommy. They laid six to four on the last-named. Countess alone kept up, but she ran off the course. Brown Tommy won by a distance. I rode in all the races but one that day. In the East Essex Hunt Cup, won by Mr. Colvin with Cossack, the second favourite, Zither, refused ; nor could I do anything in the Middle- wick Cup won by Hochheimer, which Mr. Percy Tippler steered to victory. In the Military Steeplechase, Cerise, with myself up, walked over. Four horses entered for the race, including my own ; Coloony did not start. All the favourites, save Cossack, the second favourite, won that day. The summer, autumn, and winter of 1888 were spent between Essex, Hampshire, Portugal, Spain, France, and London. But there was no riding to speak of in any of these places. .Reference has been made in this book to the difficulty of keeping oneself thoroughly fit when leading a London life. About this period I discovered a pleasant way of getting exercise, namely, sculling on the Serpentine. It may be strongly recommended to jockeys, and, for the SCULLING ON THE SERPENTINE 289 matter of that, to anybody who cares for aquatic exercise. You may frequently have the Serpen- tine to yourself in the early morning, for very few people seem to care for rowing and sculling there except the shop-assistants and their lasses on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. One other cross-country rider has occasionally sculled on the Serpentine to keep himself fit, namely, Koddy Owen ; whilst only a few hours before his death I met Sir Robert Peel on the banks in his whites, though I cannot say whether he was going on the water. There is also swimming to be got in the Serpentine, or Long Water, as all the world knows, at certain hours, even in the depth of winter. I asked a friend to enter me for the contest held there last Christmas day, and as I should probably have been made limit man owing to age, ought to have had a good chance of winning. But he could not find out about it in time, and the opportunity passed. Even those who love neither bicycle nor tricycle may admit that wheeling is another excellent way of keeping fit when in London for any length of time. Not a few officers in the Guards may now be seen disporting them- selves on " safeties," and amongst other ardent cyclists is one whom you might imagine the last u 290 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE person in the world to enjoy himself in this style, namely, Lord Queen sherry. " Q," as his intimate friends call him, spun up a little while ago from the Star and Garter, Kichmond, to his place in town in forty minutes. A punch-ball used to be one of his favourite methods of taking exercise, and that, again, if one has a suitable room for it, is a rare good way of keeping oneself fit in town. Friends often chaff me about my habit of taking exercise in all manner of queer ways, and for going out for a walk or run with- out a hat. Now Sir Thomas Barrett-Lennard, of Belhus hunters' fame, did really take his exercise in an uncommon manner. When he felt that he was growing too fat, he would take off his coat and waistcoat, put them in his carriage, and run home briskly by the side of the horses. Sir Thomas was so fond of doing this kind of thing at all hours, that more than once he was chased by his own keepers, and on one occasion all but run in by a vigilant policeman, who actually captured the coatless baronet, and was not for some time to be persuaded that his doings were of a lawful character. Sometimes I was yacht-racing in the orthodox fashion in the Solent (when I usually managed VARIED AMUSEMENTS 291 to go to sleep during what to some appeared the exciting part of the day) ; at others playing racquets, a grand game at which I have usually managed to hold my own, though certainly not a " flier " ; and at others, again, turning up at bull-fights in the Peninsula, or races in France. But in the spring of 1889 I addressed myself again to steeplechasing, taking part chiefly in East of England meetings. At Colchester, Woodbridge, and Ipswich, I rode without winning anything, and on May 2 we had our own steeplechases. In the summer of 1889 I tried to make up for my rather unsuccessful chasing season in the earlier part of the year, by sport in the water. I won a veterans' swimming race in Essex, and on the following day went to sea in an open boat. It has been suggested that I may to a certain degree have inherited my love for, and ease in, the water from my grandfather. Captain Augustus de Crespigny was known by the sobriquet of "the Newfoundland Dog/' owing to the number of lives he had saved. In those days they did not give away medals for the saving of life in quite the lavish style they do now. It was then not only a great 292 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY but a rare distinction to gain the medal of the Eoyal Humane Society. For instance, in one year only two men won it, namely, my grand- father and Richard de Saumarez. Curiously enough, a de Crespigny and a de Saumarez were awarded the medal at a much later period. De Saumarez, it should be added, got also the Albert Medal. He effected a rescue in the Canton river in the face of great danger, there being sharks all around him as he swam. On one occasion Augustus de Crespigny 's enterprise in saving life at sea won him the generous admiration of the Commander of the French Fleet, engaged with our own at the time in an action off Cadiz, in the year 1810. Augustus went to the rescue of five men, who were in imminent danger of being drowned owing to the sinking of the Achilles' barge. To accomplish his purpose the rescuer had to pull under the very muzzles of the enemy's guns. The French Commander happened to be an eye- witness of the incident, and was so pleased with the conduct of my ancestor that he at once bade his men desist from firing. To the luxury and ease of the orthodox style of yachting I never could take very kindly, though from time to time a little of it has come GOING TO SEA IN AN OPEN BOAT 293 my way. As practised at the present day it is altogether too destitute of adventuresomeness. Everything is done for one by the crew, and as a consequence it tends to inaction and inglorious ease. But going to sea in an open boat, or even cruising about in a small yacht, and doing the major portion of the navigation with one's own hands and head, is a vastly different matter. For the former I have always had a distinct taste, which was not even cured by an adventure in 1889. I had been out in a small boat from Portsmouth on that day with my wife and -a friend. As the afternoon advanced and it came on to blow, I put in and landed them at Langston Harbour, and then put out to sea again, intending to get into Portsmouth that evening. But it came on very choppy, and as a result I spent the whole of the night tacking about Spithead, with a dingy in tow, which greatly increased my difficulties. Of all forsaken places, Spithead at night to a man in an open boat, very hungry, and with nothing but a bit of brown bread to munch, is about the worst. I finally anchored off the New Pier at daybreak. In June 1889 I procured a ship's gig, made her more or less seaworthy, and set out from Heybridge with a man-servant who was much 294 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY more at home with a horse than in a boat as crew. I managed the navigation myself, and before Westgate was reached we had gone through a series of interesting adventures. We ran ashore four times, carrying away bowsprit, after-shrouds, main and top-sail sheets, and splitting the mainsail. The 28-footer, however, which was named the Star, held out gallantly, and after putting out my man, to his obvious relief, at "Westgate, and having the Star repaired by a coast-guardsman, I again went on my watery way rejoicing, and bound for Ports- mouth. I was out by night as well as day, and before reaching her destination the poor Star was little better than a wreck. At Shore- ham my wife came aboard, and went on with me to Portsmouth, though the accommodation on the boat was not very tempting for ladies. Another time my son and I successfully crossed the Channel from Folkestone to Boulogne in half a orale in a small boat, though it seemed O ' O once or twice as though we must get capsized. My father, by the way, made rather a famous passage across the Atlantic in a yacht of ninety tons, called the Kate. He was in the company of Sir S. Clarke, and the trip was talked and written of a good deal, because the Kate, was TRIP WITH THE 1 STAR> 295 the smallest yacht which had up to that time crossed the Atlantic. The Kate still exists, and is worked at the present time as a fruit- vessel rather a come-down. At one time during the Star trip I came to the conclusion, knowing the coast pretty well, that we must be hard by the Keculvers, where there are some rocks, so trusted my man with the helm, telling him to steer whilst I examined the chart. It was night-time, and the work of examining the chart was not easy. After a few minutes' searching I became aware that we were boxing the compass, so wild was the steer- ing. I then saw that it was perfectly hopeless leaving my companion at the helm even for the shortest time, and resumed it myself, re- marking cheerfully, " Well, we'll chance it : I can swim all right myself." We escaped the rocks, perhaps more by good luck than good judgment. My companion, when safely ashore, let it be understood that he was very glad he had been once to sea in an open boat, as it was a thing to have done, but vowed that he had no intention of ever trying it again. Considering that he could not swim a stroke, and that on the first day we begun by split- ting our mainsail, it was not altogether to be 296 MEMOIRS OF SIE CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY wondered at that lie resolved in future to stick to terra firma. Had he accompanied me the whole way to Southsea, the last state of that man would probably have been worse than the first. After leaving Eamsgate at three in the morn- ing, I was for twenty hours at the helm. At length at Eastbourne sleep claimed me for its own, and I dozed off, but woke presently to find myself half overboard. A rather eventful trip was that in a little half-decked craft called the B'nita, which a friend was so good as to lend. My companion in this case was, however, a man who well understood navigation, so that the entire burden did not fall on my own shoulders. We set sail from Southampton in the middle of May 1890, our destination being Plymouth. Starting at about ten a.m. we were caught in a storm of wind and furious rain in the afternoon, and had to put into Christchurch as best we could at five o'clock. It blew W.S.W. so hard next day that it was not possible to leave till the morning after. It was blowing very hard again when we reached St. Albans Head, where we had to drift through stern foremost. Ulti- mately we got into a harbour, which neither SOUTHAMPTON TO PLYMOUTH 297 of us could at first recognize. It turned out to be Torbay. The wind, which was blowing quite a hurri- cane in the night, played havoc with the little craft. By 1.30 a.m. it had carried away bow- sprit and top-mast. I was lying down asleep for awhile when this wreckage was going on, but was roughly awakened by a broken spar, which threatened to knock a hole in the boat. We then had to clear away the ruined gear and get inside the breakwater. But this was about the toughest, and not the least risky, job of the kind which I have ever experienced in a small boat. After a struggle, however, we managed to get inside, and were then all right. It had taken about three-quarters of an hour to get a matter of two hundred yards, or thereabouts, so strong was the wind. Shortly after daylight we were at length able to land. The poor B'nita looked a perfect wreck, so much so that it is questionable whether her owner would have recognized her in her sad plight. We waited next day for a new bow- sprit, and for the wind to moderate. Starting from Torbay at 10.20 a.m. on May 22, the seventh day after leaving Southampton, we arrived at Keyham, and made fast to a buoy 298 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY by nine o'clock that night, and anchored at the Cutwater on the 23rd. Early in June I returned to Devonshire, and brought the Bnita to Covves. The passage back was accomplished without any adventure or incident of particular interest. CHAPTER VIII FROM EGYPT TO EPSOM Off to Egypt The Dervish raid War correspondent to the Pink'un A sultry time and a weary wait The Rapids of the Nile A swimming adventure Is the Nile dangerous? The Chesil Beach A precious possession of every good Englishman Up-stream in a felucca A little mutiny An unwelcome sight The fun all finished Arabic melody A narrow shave Major Turnbull's fate With Don Carlos A trip in the B'nita A familiar course Correze Birthday mounts A fall at Lingfield and a speedy recovery Two old jockeys and horses Notable soldier riders Billy Morris or Morgan A run of poor luck A heavy fall at Windsor A judge who failed. IN July 1889 I started for Egypt as a volunteer to join General Sir F. Grenfell, a fellow-officer in the 60th Eifles in India. An engagement had already taken place between the British troops under Colonel Wodehouse and a Dervish force at Argain. The latter were defeated and driven to the hills, but not without some severe fighting, as the total loss of British 300 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPI&NY troops showed no less than six hundred and seventy being on the list of killed and wounded. The Dervishes continued hostilities from their mountain fortresses, and it was accordingly decided to send out reinforcements under Sir F. Grenfell. The opportunity for volunteering seemed a really promising one, so on July 111 hurried up to town, took my ticket for Egypt, got together with all despatch a small kit, and started for the East on the following morning. There was not an hour to be lost, if one was to make sure of getting to the front whilst hostilities were still going on. Brindisi was reached on July 14, and left at midnight on the same day. Just outside Brindisi the train caught fire, and we all but missed the steamer. The mail indeed passed us as we were engaged in putting out the flames. Curiously enough, a few days afterwards we were in another fire outside Assouan : some cocoanut matting for camels got ablaze and burnt with great rapidity. On the 18th we arrived at Isma'ilia on board the P. and 0. steamship Peninsular, and a special train conveyed us thence to Cairo. Here I stopped the night at General Sir J. Dormer's, dining with General de Montmorency, who was preparing to join Grenfell at Assouan in the course of the next ANXIOUS FOR ACTIVE SERVICE 301 few days. The, General entertained us at the Khedivial Sporting Club, the menu of which was irreproachable. The dinner was an al fresco one, and a more enjoyable evening can scarcely be imagined. We sat drinking our coffee and smoking our cigarettes in the midst of most charming scenery. I left Cairo on July 19, in the company of Hickman of the 19th Eegiment, who was attached to the Egyptian army, and reaching Assiot, embarked on board the Tanjore. We passed Mensheyah, Keneh, and other ports where there were troops ready for action, and arrived at Assouan on the 23rd. After dinner that evening with the Egyptian mess, I saw Grenfell, who accorded me a hearty welcome. It was when we were bathing next day in the Nile that my desire to get to the front and see active service in some capacity or other was broached. To my chagrin the Sirdar pointed out that it was impossible for him to allow any one not attached to the Army of Occupation to do this. " The only way," said he, " you can ac- complish your ambition is to get some English newspaper to appoint you its special corre- spondent." The Toski affair was so sudden and so soon over, that none of the great dailies though there was time and to spare sent out a 302 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY representative. Now "the Shifter" had actually asked me to send to his paper any items of interest from the scene of action, so playing my last card I said to Grenfell, " I am war corre- spondent of the PiriKun" He could not help laughing at this, but thought, with due respect to the paper in question, that such a qualification could scarcely be allowed to pass muster. What was to be done ? Happy thought ! Wire to Lady de Crespigny and get her to find me an appointment. Pending a reply, the only thing to do was to fret in inaction at Assouan, and, what was worse, to see Grenfell off on July 29 from Shellal, beyond which point it was not permissible to advance. " I think Njumi," said Grenfell as he departed, " is in a hurry to get to Paradise, and that we can accommodate him." It was pretty clear indeed to most of us that Njumi was playing a very risky game, and one likely to get him into an awkward fix. He would have been wiser to have taken up a position at Abou Simbel, where he might have given the Sirdar a good deal more trouble. All this while the heat was frightful. I can stand a fair amount of roasting myself, but had to admit that Assouan was the vilest spot I had ever been in. There were no Eastern appliances A WEARY WAIT 303 for keeping oneself cool. The one cooling thing to do was to lie down in the muddy old Nile, which was not even fringed at Assouan with bulrushes. Whilst waiting at Assouan we heard that our troops had captured Njumi's head doctor. This man's methods were simplicity itself, his rule being kill or cure. The doctor's stock-in-trade consisted of a barrel of oil and a long knife. If the former failed to cure the sick he cut their throats with the latter, and so prevented the hospitals becoming too crowded. I filled in the time after seeing Grenfell off, and whilst waiting a reply from Lady de Cres- pigny, by a trip or two up the river in the steamers Okmeh and Amkeh, and by accompany- ing some of the troops who had not yet pushed on. All the Mounted Infantry were still at Assouan at the commencement of August, together with some of the cavalry and two companies of the Welsh regiment. A ride down the Nile to meet the infantry was rather a pleasant manner of passing away the time. Skirting the river, we had to pick our way rather carefully under the date-trees, amongst the innumerable native huts ' O and wells, but were able to return at a swinging canter along the cultivated land on the edge of the desert, with the irrigation ditches for 304 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNT obstacles. Right cleverly the little Arab horses negotiated these ditches. You might almost have imagined yourself at times schooling on Epsom Downs ! On other days the cataract was ascended in the two vessels referred to. The Okmeh got through without a mishap, but the Amkeh was not so fortunate. She struck the rocks several times, and must have filled a good percentage of her twenty-four compartments. As one steams, the distance from Assouan to Philse is seven miles, the rise being seventeen feet. A stern- wheeler is capable of making fair headway except up the narrow gut of the rapid, which is 250 yards long. To pass this we required some hundreds of Egyptian soldiers on our bow- rope, and as many Berberines under the sheik of the cataract on our four guy-ropes. On the second day the bow-hawser and a wire guy-rope suddenly snapped simultaneously, and at a critical moment. We looked perilously like getting broadside on and capsizing, after the fashion of the ill-fated gunboat Kirbacan. That vessel, it may be recollected, was raised at a cost of some thousands, and then sold to Messrs. Cook for 100. We eventually got out of our difficulties, and passed the rapids, to the astonish- THE RAPIDS OF THE NILE 305 ment apparently of the natives, who cheered loudly. These rapids have long borne amongst Englishmen an evil reputation for danger. It was during our trip on the Amkeh, and whilst waiting for a native boat to get out of the way, that I landed and ran up the side of the rapid with the determination to test the matter on my own account. The question of whether or no it was possible to dive into the rapids, swim down the narrow gut, and land without assist- ance, had already been discussed between myself and several of the officers. It was asserted that only one Englishman, or more properly Scotchman, namely Montgomery, K.N., the boxer, had ever made the attempt, and that he had not actually swum the narrowest part of the gut, but had put his swimming powers to the test further down the rapids ; nor did the natives in my presence, notwithstanding their fine swim- ming powers, ever dive in and swim down at this particular point. But I resolved to make the attempt, so dived in and swam down the narrow gut to within a few yards of the exit. Then having gone far enough to convince myself and others that the thing was quite practicable, it only remained to get into one of the eddies at the 306 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY side, and so into the quiet water, where a landing was effected with ease. The rush of the water in the narrow gut is tremendous, but it is not broken, as, for instance, below the Niagara Falls ; and the one thing necessary was to keep oneself afloat, and to nicely calculate the force of the stream so as to be able to get into the quiet water. I was in excellent condition at the time, and therefore felt absolutely no fatigue, and after landing walked back to the boat. The chief danger incurred by a strong swimmer in these Nile rapids is that of being, through an evil chance, drawn into a whirlpool before he can get a full breath. Personally, I have swum in almost all parts of the world, arid in every variety of water, and don't think the Nile is so particularly dangerous, although the natives have an idea that if a man once dives down he can never come up again alive. As for the crocodile danger it is nil, at any rate at this point in the river. Besides, crocodiles are like bears they much prefer clearing out of a man's way to attacking him. They invariably do so on land, and, I believe, statements notwith- standing to the contrary, that their behaviour is much the same in the water. Sharks too often act in a similar manner. When stationed THE CHESIL BEACH 307 at Barbadoes we used to bathe on one side of the bay in perfect safety, though it would have been great folly to bathe on the other, because there the sharks fed on the offal from the slaughter-house, and were ravenous for blood. The Nile incident was talked about a great deal at the time, and, so far as I know to the contrary, it has never been repeated. But I achieved a more difficult, though perhaps a less sensational, bit of swimming once at Portland. There is a beach there called the Chesil, on which the surf beats with great force. So furious, when there is a sea on, is the suction of the retreating waves, which tear down with them the beach, that it has usually been considered quite impossible for even the strongest swimmer to effect a landing. When it was known that I had resolved to essay the task, a boat was in readiness to effect a rescue if necessary. A tripper had got into trouble at the Chesil only the day before, and it was therefore deemed wise to take precautions. I went out through the waves, and then in coming back hovered as it were pretty close to the shingle, waiting for a small wave to get in with. A few short, quick strokes brought me in with the fifth or sixth 308 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY wave a small one and I succeeded in running up on to the beach, although the shingle rolled away a good deal from under my feet. The use of the head and the feet was more necessary than that of the arms. Daring heavy storms the strength of the waves at this place is pro- digious ; and tradition has it that a ship was once swept clean over the Chesil Beach and into the Bay. A good many people, having heard often through unreliable sources of these and other adventures, have chosen to set me down as either a man quite reckless of life and limb, or an advertiser on a big scale. To have won, even without meriting it, either of, these reputations is scarcely a matter to be " wept with tears of blood." There is at least nothing dishonourable in holding one's life cheap, however small the stake played for ; whilst in an age of self- advertisement some tolerance ought to be ex- tended to one who makes himself known by courting danger whether in earth, sea, or sky. As a matter of fact, I cannot lay claim to either distinction, having never actually courted danger for its own sweet sake ; and never risked my life and limb for the paltry purposes of self-advertise- ment. However, there is a wide difference ENGLISHMEN'S INDIFFERENCE TO DANGER 309 between risking .your life through pure ignorance of its value, and shunning danger when by so doing you must soil the escutcheon of bravery, which should be the most precious possession of every good Englishman. Indifference to danger in a good cause, and especially where a man's honour is at stake, is absolutely essential. Could our ancestors, the makers of England, had they not been actuated by some such principle as this, have put together this great Empire ? Surely never ! This may seem no more than a truism, save perhaps to that miserable party of men known as the " little Englanders." For myself, I must go further, and declare that it is necessary, unless we are to perish like the Eomans in the lap of peace and luxury, that some of us should strive to keep alive the reputation which Englishmen have always had of greatly daring and suffering all things. Surely where there is a daring deed to be done in any part of the world, an Englishman should leap to the front to accomplish it. It needs but little reading between the lines to discover a sentiment similar to this running through much of the best patriotic literature of our country, and through almost every page of our history. Deeds of daring strewn so plenti- 310 MEMOIRS OF SIU CLAUDE DE fully through the story of England impart to it an imperishable glamour. The heroic exploits of Eichard the Lion-hearted must appeal to young hearts for ever, as must the courage of Falkland and many another great Englishman on the field of battle. Even from those who swear by Cromwell, and condemn the Stuarts and all their ways, the despairing courage of the Cavaliers and of the Jacobites may almost draw a tear. The charge of the Light Brigade down the North Valley, was it wild and useless ? Yes, it may have been, but no brighter gem sparkles in the crown of the nation. Swimming and riding were "fcll very well in their way, but it was not exactly for these pursuits that I had come out to Egypt. It was therefore a cause for rejoicing when the message came from my wife that I was appointed to act as Special Correspondent of the East Anglian Daily Times. We had already heard various rumours concerning Njumi and his movements. One was to the effect that his health was good, and that he was still advancing ; whilst another asserted that he was badly diseased, and had to be carted about in a barrel of butter an awkward position for the leader of a Dervish raid. It UP THE NILE IN A FELUCCA 311 would now be possible to get to the front, and find out the true state of things. So at length, after more than a week's anxious waiting, I was able to tell De Montmorency of my appointment, and on Saturday, August 3, to wire to Grenfell to the same effect ; and then to start up the Nile in a felucca from Shellal, which was reached from Assouan by train. We reached Abuhor, a distance of forty-eight) miles, on the first day; Kostambe, a distance of sixty -three, on the second; and Tabbel, eighty-eight miles, on the third, which was Bank Holiday. Before this a hitch had occurred. The crew got fairly beaten owing to the-amount of work they had to do when the wind dropped. What was to be done ? The captain and owner of the felucca recommended that the sheik of a village we had reached should be asked to supply men to tow us up to the next village. The sheik was approached and declined, saying he had no spare men. Fortunately I was armed with a Colt's revolver, and I asked, " Shall I shoot the fellow if he persists in his present attitude ? " The reply was prompt and decisive, " Certainly, shoot him." The rascally sheik was informed of my intention to shoot him for insubordination if he did not instantly alter his tactics. In a 312 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY moment his demeanour underwent an entire change. Nothing could exceed his desire to oblige in every respect, and accommodate himself to my requirements. After the revolver argu- ment had entered into the controversy there were any number of men at every village ready to tow us along where a fair wind was lacking. As a result we actually kept for awhile well ahead of the Army of Occupation, which was advancing in steamers under De Montmorency. On my way up the Nile I seriously considered whether it might not prove of real assistance to Grenfell to cut the telegraph wires. It was the recollection of the way in which Sir Evelyn Wood had been hampered and harassed in Africa by the Government a few years before, that made me think about this ; but going into the matter, it occurred to me that in the case of Sir Evelyn Wood, Mr. Gladstone held the reins ; whilst Lord Salisbury was now in power, and not very likely to repeat the blunder of his predecessors. Had Mr. Gladstone been in power I should most certainly have set to work to cut the wires, and burn down the telegraph-posts. My crew no doubt would have rendered all the necessary assistance. When off Maharakka, on the evening of August THE END OF THE DERVISH RAID 313 5, I observed, first to my astonishment and then to my intense vexation, a flotilla consisting of steamers, barges, and a dahabeah, flying the white flag with red cross coming down stream. It must mean this, that it was all over " bar shouting" with the Dervish raid and Njurni. The ill fortune, which had on several occasions pursued me when intent on seeing some active service, once more dogged my footsteps, de- spite the fine opportunity that had at length apparently presented itself. We were hugging the east shore at the time this flotilla came in unwelcome sight. The boats were well in the current on the other side of the river, and as the Nile is not exactly a trout stream, there were no means of communicating with them. Clinging to the vain hope that my apprehensions might be wrong, I carried on towards Korosko, resolving to try and gain some reliable information on the way. A few miles from Samooah we stopped at a small village where there was an Egyptian officer and man. As most of the Egyptian officers speak either English or French, I looked to this one for information. To my surprise, however, it was not the officer, but the man, who was able to reply in somewhat broken French to my inquiries. We learnt from him that Njumi's 314 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY force had been completely routed at Toski. Later on further tidings came to hand, which told how Njumi himself had been killed, together with fifteen Emirs and fifteen hundred men, 1 at the loss of a very few British troops. There were probably amongst those who fell or fled at Toski not a few fighting Dervishes, such as broke into our squares a few years previously. The genuine Dervish was an extraordinary specimen of humanity. He and even his camp-followers were utterly callous of pain, and laughed at am- putations. A stranger told us of two incidents which came under his personal observation in relation to these folk, men and women. He was ready to swear that he had one day found in a palnx-tree a man whose leg he had amputated twenty-four hours before, and that he had seen a woman grinding corn the day subsequent to his having taken off one of her legs at the thigh, and one of her arms above the elbow ! He succeeded in telling these tales without a smile. The fun being all over, we turned back after three days' real hard work in striving to keep ahead of De Montmorency's troops. A large percentage of head and light winds are but poor allies in the business of overcoming a rising Nile 1 Another account put the slaughter at 2000 at the least. ARABIC BOAT-SONG 315 with constant rapids. At eight o'clock in the evening, with a good moon, I resolved to head for Assouan, thougn expecting remonstrances from my boatmen. It turned out, however, that they were one and all only too anxious to get back again to their wives and homes. On we went at once. The men rowed vigorously with such oars too ! through the night, singing after their quaint fashion. I had lately been enjoying the melody of such artistes as Battistini, Nevada, and Regina Paccini, so that the Arabic boat-song palled a trifle after a while, but in its way it was not devoid of a certain beauty. It took twenty- four hours to do the eighty-two miles to Shellal, notwithstanding the current and rapids in our favour. We were caught in a vicious little squall in the " Gates of Kalabsheh," and very nearly capsized. This was the only incident of much note during the homeward journey. I had one most narrow shave, which made my blood run cold when I thought of it for a long time afterwards. On the look-out in the night for game of any sort along the banks of the river, I barely escaped putting a bullet into the head of a camel which suddenly appeared behind a jackal that offered a tempting shot on the sky-line. It might have been hard to live down the ridicule 316 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY sure to be attached to any one for shooting one of these long-suffering and very non-combatant beasts of burden. In the Nile, some miles above Shellal, poor Major Turnbull lost his life. He fell overboard at night, and must have been taken under by a whirlpool just after he had called to his com- panions in the dahabeah that he was all right. Early on the morning of August 7 we shot the cataracts in the felucca in company with Chaplain-General Collins ; recovered the body of Turnbull terribly disfigured, and buried it with all military honours at Assouan. The body was in the shallows, where I had foretold it would be found. It was discovered by his company dog, who, with an intelligence rather above that of an average human being, induced some of the men to accompany him back to the spot where the officer was lying. The Egyptian question has been discussed a great deal of late. This is scarcely the place to deal with such a matter, but I cannot help remarking that my experience of the country and its inhabitants has led me to form a strong opinion against evacuation. The Egyptians are utterly incapable of self-government, and if left to themselves they would speedily slip back again into all the old WITH DON CAELOS 317 evils of bribery and corruption, which appear to be inherent in nations under Mussulman rule. On August 12 I embarked at Alexandria on board the Cathay, and was at Brindisi on the 15th. Here I wired to Don Carlos to expect me in Venice in a couple of days, and upon arrival there found a beautiful gondola waiting to take me to his residence, the Palazzo Loredan. The Palazzo, where Don Carlos has now resided for a good number of years, is finely situated, with extensive views of the Grand Canal ; and it contains, amongst other interesting things, one of the most perfect private armouries in Europe. I was able to add to it on the occasion of my visit in the shape of a Colt's revolver the very one which had brought the unruly sheik to his senses and a Dervish sword. There was only the afternoon and evening to spend at Venice ; but I was not at all averse to my host's agreeable proposition that we should bathe. At Lido we swam about for a good while near the shore, when suddenly Don Carlos exclaimed, " Now we will go for a swim," and struck out as if with the intention of crossing the Adriatic to Fiume. This was rather more than I bargained for, as I was getting very cold, and not unnaturally so after the grilling in 318 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Egypt. After a time, however, my host thoughtfully asked me whether I felt at all cold, and upon my replying in the affirmative, some- what to my relief instantly turned towards the shore. Venice was left shortly before midnight, and London reached on the evening of August 19. Don Carlos is now no longer a very young man, though his tall handsome figure is still perfectly erect ; and it is not thought likely that he will himself make a high bid for the throne of Spain. But his son is a young man of vigour and determination, who, it is quite conceivable, will by and by claim his own. More swords than the outside world may be aware of, if a favourable opportunity arose, would leap from their scabbards in the Peninsula, and more especially in the Basque Provinces, to strike a blow on behalf of the rightful claimant to the throne of Spain, if not of France into the bargain. What I have seen of Don Carlos confirms me in the belief that he is a brave and upright man, and, as I took the opportunity of telling him on the last occasion on which we met, my sword, for what it may be worth, is always at his service. Don Carlos, though not great on the subject of horse-racing, is, A 1 MILL> WHILE HUNTING 319 besides being a swimmer, an excellent snot. He is a capital conversationalist, full of interesting experiences of the Kusso-Turkish War, as well as of his own campaigns. His present wife, who was the Princess Bertha of Kohan, is well liked amongst the Spanish Legitimists, and is doing not a little to keep alive her husband's cause. After my return from Egypt I contented myself with hunting and shooting, taking part in no steeplechasing whatever in the autumn and winter of 1889. In the first few months of 1890 I addressed myself to hunting, chiefly in the New Forest, and in the spring and early summer to cruising about the coast in a small boat. It does not often fall to one's lot to get through a "mill" in the midst of a run. But this rather novel experience did once fall to my lot when out cubbing with the East Essex. A friend, hearing of this book of reminiscences the other day, reminded me of the incident, and remarked, " Of course you will put that in." Here it is. The hounds were running O' when I rode up to a gate, on the other side of which were a ploughman and two men in a cart, one of whom was a renowned local "bruiser." 320 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNT I remarked to the ploughman that he might have opened the gate seeing the hounds running, and the others took this in ill part, A volley of oaths told me that one of them was more than my match in blasphemy, so I made no further com- ment, and intended to pass on without more ado. However, to my surprise the man got out of the cart in no time, and expressed a desire to kick me. I dismounted of course, and prepared to do battle. He was a huge fellow, fully six feet in height, proportionately broad, and on the upper ground. Eetreat, however, was out of the question, and it only remained to make the best of what looked like rather a bad bargain, more especially as my right arm had not recovered from a compound fracture. We went for one another hammer and tongs, and at the onset my antagonist got rather the best of it. After the first burst we stopped instinctively for a moment or two, glaring at each other ' O O in the way men do under such circumstances. In that brief interim I saw that his great flanks were heaving. " ho, my friend," thought I, " at any rate I'm more than your match so far as condition is concerned." Almost directly afterwards I landed him one on " the point," and the contest was over, He never showed fight A TRIP IN THE 'B'NITA' 321 after that, nor .did his companion, who was invited to come down and try his fortune. '' What's good enough for my friend/' he re- marked, "will do for me." Several members of the hunt had come up whilst we were at it and formed a ring. The fight over, we mounted and were able to rejoin the hounds, which were still running. I cannot recollect whether or no we killed our fox. Later on in July, I took the B'nita from Eyde to Folkestone, and then crossed the Channel to Boulogne. The trip took four days. It was not so eventful as one or two other excursions of the kind which I have made in small boats in the open sea ; but it may be not without interest, in case others should desire to make the same trip in fine weather, to give the time of starting, and the number of miles covered each day. On the first day we sailed at 1.35 p.m. and arrived at Selsea Bill at 7.50 p.m., a distance of fourteen miles; on the second day Selsea was left at 4.40 a.m. and Brighton reached at 8.20 p.m. distance twenty- three miles ; on the third day we left Brighton at 3.35 a.m. and reached Folkestone at 4.30 p.m., a distance of fifty-seven miles. Folkestone was left at 4.10 p.m. on the fourth and last day, and Y 322 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Boulogne reached at 10 o'clock that night distance twenty-five miles. Thus, the total number of miles being one hundred and nineteen, the average a day was just under thirty. I was a good deal in Boulogne in July and August of this year, and did some pigeon- shooting, though the sport was not worthy of much notice. One day, being in form, I managed to knock my competitors, who were Frenchmen, one and all well out of it. Thereat arose a good deal of soreness and grumbling, which was only stopped by some one explaining, " Oh, but de Crespigny is one of ourselves. His name should tell you that." The year 1891 was an uneventful year so far as steeplechasing was concerned, but next year it was possible to settle down once more with a will to cross-country sport. On March 24 I found myself again on the steeplechase course that ought to be at least as familiar to me as any in the country Chelmsford. It is not easy to say how many times I have ridden there, but I know that seven years ago my total was sixteen, covering about forty miles. The calculation was then made for the purpose of showing that steeplechasing was not nearly so dangerous a pursuit so far as fatal accidents went as 'CORRfiZE' 323 many seemed to imagine. In those sixteen steeplechases I fell only twice, and was in neither instance considerably hurt. At the same time it has happened that my worst tumbles have been on courses other than Chelmsford, such as Lingfield and Hurst Park. Correze has turned out the best horse I have ever had the fortune to own and train in England. We bred him ourselves out of Wild Georgie by Young Citadel, and he was the mare's second foal. Wild Georgie was originally bought to ride as a Yeomanry charger ; and her pedigree has already been touched upon. Young Citadel (1872) was a direct descendant of Brutandorf, and a writer commenting on this has remarked, "There are very few, if any, horses now at the stud representing this line ; and so good-looking is Correze that he will be valuable for transmitting it, and so reviving an almost extinct but very valuable branch of the Black- lock family." Young Citadel was by Lambton, son of The Cure, son of the Physician, son of Brutandorf. We first made up our minds that Correze was really useful when he won a four-mile trial at Captain Aiken's, where he easily knocked out Profit, a horse that went the first two miles with him and also The Sikh. The latter would 324 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY have been my mount at Liverpool, had he not unhappily broken a blood-vessel in that trial. Correze came out as a good horse rather slowly ; at least he did nothing very much in his first few races, though not always very lucky. On April 18 I got a nasty fall on him on the course outside the Cavalry Barracks at Colchester. He crossed his legs after landing over the brook, came down, and gave me con- cussion of the brain. As I was carried past my second son, a yokel remarked, " Wonder whether he's gone to 'eaven." In about twenty minutes I came round, not much the worse for the toss. Two days afterwards, April 20, was my forty-fifth birthday. It is pleasant to win a race on one's birthday, if it can be managed. It was managed on that day, for going down to Woodbridge, I won the Orwell Hurdle Eace by three lengths on Marcus Beresford's, now Lord Decies', Amber, riding of course as one naturally does on another man's horse unless told to make your own race to orders. Gondola was second ; Topper third. In the following year, too, I won a race on my forty- sixth birthday. From Woodbridge it is not a far cry to Ipswich, where there was some steeplechasing two days later. I did not excel there, but was VARIED LUCK 325 more in luck at Chelmsford, on the 28th winning the Selling Steeplechase on Mr. Ditton's Old Ben, beating the favourite Major Peter's Barbiana, who was ridden by Mr. Cheney by a length or so. In the winter of 1892 Correze was not a very good second in the Essex Open Steeplechase at Chelmsford on Nov. 30, Mr. Clayton's Grab All, the favourite, who was then in good form, being too much for him. Correze indeed was not at all fancied, and started a rank outsider. At Bury, a week later, in the Suffolk County Steeple- chase, Correze was going strong, and seemed a winner all over, when, three fences from home, Fugleman, whom I struck into, crossed, and this brought us down. Next time I rode the horse was at Hurst Park on Dec. 10, starting as outsider in a field of five, and getting second to Sensier, who won on Mr. KyalTs Kynaston. This was over a three-mile course, as was also the Essex Open Steeplechase. Correze has always been rather a stayer than a speedy horse, and does not run up to his form over short courses such as two miles. In the early part of 1893 it fell to my lot to get knocked about a good deal on one or two courses, but I was able fortunately to soon shake 326 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY off the effects of my falls, and to enjoy a good deal of sport. Birdseye fell with me at the brook on a very greasy landing at Lingfield, and, as mentioned at the commencement of these reminiscences, concussion of the brain was the result. A policeman on this occasion offered to try his surgical skill on me, but I flatly refused to submit myself to his tender mercies. Ultimately they plastered me up, and, when I arrived home, my own doctor bandaged and sewed me up properly with cat-gut. Three or four days later I was out and engaged in rolling my cricket- ground, which, by the way, is an excellent way of keeping oneself in condition. I followed this up with a Turkish bath, and the day after was, though still in bandages, quite fit to ride Correze and Birdseye at Hurst Park. But I did nothing, as the former fell in one race at the ditch, and made such a hole in the fence that my old friend, Sir Matthew Wood, the then Secretary, threatened to send me in a bill for damages ; whilst the latter only managed to come in fourth in an open selling race. Though now and again I have had a little brush not of a particularly unfriendly character with sporting writers, I have to grate- fully acknowledge that the sporting press has, MY FALL AT LINGFIELD 327 on the whole, always dealt by me in a very kind manner. There were some allusions to this accident at Lingfield, one of which may be reproduced : " Neither broken bones, concussion of the brain, nor a severed artery can take the gameness out of Sir Claude de Crespigny. What with his ballooning, his boxing, his racing, and his other lively pursuits, Sir Claude has been knocked about as much as most people. Last Saturday whilst riding in a steeplechase at Ling- field, his horse fell, and he was kicked on the head by another animal, sustaining concussion of the brain and a severed artery. He was carried home, and his wounds were found to be of so severe a character that they had to be sewn up. In less than twenty-four hours, however, Sir Claude was writing to the editor, saying that he was doing well and hoped to be in the saddle again before long." The letter referred to was the following : " Turkish Bath, Nwthumberland Avenue, " Jan. 25, 1893. "DEAR SIR, "My daughter, who has just started for Exeter, has handed me your kind letter. Yesterday my M.D. considered danger from 328 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY erysipelas had passed, and let me out for an hour (which I took on a stone roller on the Champion Hill Cricket Ground). To-day I've had a good spell in the Turkish bath ; to-morrow shall go down to the country for a gallop, and on Friday hope to sport silk at Hurst Park Steeplechases. " C. CH. DE CRESPIGNY." Aiken and I went down to Warwick on Feb. 6, when I rode in the Warwick Handicap Steeplechase, starting an outsider on The Sikh. The horse however was placed second, though well beaten by Wenty Hope Johnstone, whose mount was Mr. Irving' s Champion, the second favourite. This was described as quite an old jockeys' race, for between us and our horses it was calculated that our total ages amounted to over a hundred years ! After this race we tried to get up a match between Wenty and myself over a four- mile course at Sandown, and on the same horses. Wenty was to give a stone for the beating. I should have fancied The Sikh on these terms, but the match never came off. It will come as a surprise to some people to learn that Wenty Hope Johnstone has now been riding no less than thirty years. His NOTABLE SOLDIER RIDERS 329 average of wins throughout that long stretch of time has not been less than one in every three races. Amongst his more notable achieve- ments were the Grand Military on Kiverescat, Earl Marshall, and Lady Sneer well. In 1877 he headed the list of cross-country jockeys with forty-seven wins, and in the following year with fifty -five wins. The Seventies, by the way, were particularly rich in excellent soldier riders across country and on the flat. In addition to Billy Morris and Wenty Hope Johnstone, there were Curly Knox, Tempest, Marcus Beresford, Pritchard Rayner, Driver Browne, Magennis, Wing, Tip Herbert, Nipper Willoughby, Daddy Annesley, and a number of others. Not one of these jockeys is riding to-day always excepting the evergreen Wenty, and indeed not one of them, to my knowledge, have been riding within the last half-dozen years or so. At the same time, their place has been filled by other good men and true, though there is perhaps rather less disposition now-a-days to ride anything and everywhere than in the days of yore. In those times the 7th Hussars the old Regiment of both Wenty Hope Johnstone and Billy Morris the 9th Lancers, and the Guards 330 MEMOIES OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRE8PIGNY supplied most of the soldier jockeys that could hold their own both inside and outside the military circle. When Eiverescat won the Grand Military, the 7th had no less than five jockeys riding in the race, namely, John Drye Barker, Baby M'Calmont, Marcus Beresford, Billy Morris, and Wenty Hope Johnstone. This reminds one of Eton pretty well monopolizing one of the 'Varsity boats, as she did last spring. Probably no regiment has ever been quite so strong in jockeys as the 7th was at that period. Billy Morris known in the 7th as Billy Morgan was, in my opinion, the finest soldier jockey of his time, and he could ride under ten stone, He rode more than once in the Grand National, and when up on Downpatrick was first on the racecourse. Twice he won the Grand Military, each time on Chilblain, and once the Irish Military on Witch Hazel. Billy was immensely popular amongst all racing men, amateur and professional alike. There is a dark cloud about his end, which can now never be thoroughly cleared away. It has always been a belief with some of us that he was hustled in the hunting-field where he came by his death, and left to an untimely end. A friend and soldier colleague of his says " Billy 'CHILBLAIN' AND THE LAMB 331 was found lying with his collar and shirt undone, and his pin stuck in his coat. His neck was broken. Hard by, his horse was tied to a paling. How it happened, or who saw it, is a tale that has never been told. A bold horse- man and a good soldier was poor Billy Morgan." Old Chilblain wound up his career in peace and honour at Champion Lodge. He had his horse-box, shed, and four acres of paddock, and a companion for some time too in the shape of a lamb. This animal followed Chilblain as faithfully as that of the poet did Mary, and a great affection sprang up between the two. Whichever left the box first the other immedi- ately followed, and at the same pace. The horse and lamb grazed alongside of one another, and when the horse lay down, the lamb followed suit. They became, in fact, inseparable a remarkable instance of Platonic affection between two animals. In several instances during the spring of this year Correze had bad luck, losing races by little unforeseen accidents. Thus on March 3 he was leading in at Sandown Park in the National Hunt, when he blundered at the brook, and went on his head and knees. He recovered, but I had to jump the next two fences without one of my 332 MEMOIRS Off SIR CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY irons, After the blunder I felt the off leather getting longer and longer, and speedily perceiving what had occurred, made a desperate endeavour as we were passing the stand to adjust the buckle. This was ultimately done, but not till we had passed the stand. Correze made a dash for the big gate instead of bearing to the right, and this lost so much ground that it was impos- sible to make it up. The winner was Van der Berg, with Cuthbert Slade up. Correze had started an outsider ; subsequently he turned the table on Van der Berg. On March 8 we repaired to Gatwick, and I rode Correze in the Harkaway Steeplechase, but had to put up with a beating from Lily of the Valley, with Dollery up. In a hurdle race at Windsor on March 13 I came down pretty hard with Kobert Dudley. It was a case of slight concussion ; but I jumped up, interested to see what was winning, and was so stupefied by the fall that I found myself looking right in the opposite direction to the winning-post. The streak of bad luck which pursued me for part of this spring season of 1893 was not broken through on March 23. At Chelms- ford, I went over the Galley wood course 'ABYSSINIAN' IN DIFFICULTIES 333 carefully beforehand, and ought to have won the Chelmsford Steeplechase. It sometimes happens that when a horse has been doing stiff fences, he fails altogether over a much easier country. I feared this might happen at Chelms- ford, and it did. Correze was going well, till he took it into his head to hit the rail of the fourth fence, not more than a foot above the ground, and came down. It did the horse good, and made him careful afterwards. The next steeplechase of any note was at Kempton early in April, when Correze was second to Abyssinian in the Twickenham Steeplechase. That race was lost by one of those little chances which rarely get recorded in the press reports, because they are not noticed. Abyssinian was going very unkindly, and he would have certainly gone clean into the middle of the brook, if it had not been a mere splash, and have probably finished up the race there had I not come up alongside, which helped to keep him straight. He then got out of his difficulties. Dollery, who was up on Abyssinian, saw how well I had served him by accident, and said afterwards, "You gave me that race, Sir Claude." The same week Correze was tried again at 334 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY Lingfield, but was not placed in the Lingfield Grand National, won by Excelsior. He had not fully recovered from a slight touch of the influenza, which attacks horses sometimes as it does their riders. This race told me something, as it enabled me to about gauge the Primate's form, which came in useful later in the year. Bewicke, Dollery, and I rode down to the post just before this race, and commenting on Dollery's success in the Grand National on Cloister, Bewicke said, " By the way, I was the first to tell you that you'd won that race." " Were you indeed, sir ? J> quoth Dollery ; " well now, I recollect I did hear somebody halloaing out, and could not think where the sounds came from." Bewicke had been shouting out from under- neath his horse, the Primate, quite forgetful of his fall in the excitement of the race. At Woodbridge, on April 19, 1893, the ground was so hard that for once in a way it was actually necessary to decline mounts. This was done not so much out of regard for my own safety, but for that of two horses, Sprig of Myrtle and Kobert Dudley, which had been brought down for me to ride. They were accordingly sent back to Ipswich for the Chases to be held there a few days later. INCIDENT AT IPSWICH 335 On April 20 Correze won easily enough in the Open Military Steeplechase in the Household Brigade meeting at Hawthorn Hill. He started favourite six to four on and was well in, carrying 11 st. 4 Ibs. against Lord Tul- libardine's Mazzard, 13 st. 3 Ibs. (ridden by owner), and Mr. Tilney's Willoughby, 12 st. 7 Ibs., ridden by Captain Milner. At the same time, two miles was not the proper distance for Correze. He has always essentially been a stayer. On March 10 of the same year, I rode him over a two-mile course at Sandown in the Open Handicap Steeplechase, won by Tenby. In this race we knocked out a prominent G. N. candidate, Sarsfield, who was served up a hot favourite, but had apparently lost all form. An incident that reminds one rather of the kind of judging one looked for in India, when I was steeplechasing and racing there, occurred at Ipswich on April 21, 1893. I was riding Eobert Dudley for Mr. Loftus le Champion. He had backed the horse for a small sum for a place, and had been so fortunate as to get a very good price, something like five to one. White Heather owner up was first; Candytuft, second ; and Robert Dudley came in third, having fallen at the water-jump. He 336 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY was a hundred and fifty yards or thereabouts behind the second horse. But the judge left his box, and consequently Robert Dudley was not given a place, though he was third. I re- monstrated, but it was of no avail, and Mr. le Champion not only did not receive, but actually had to pay ! It was an act of culpable carelessness. I went into the judge's box myself after the race, and found that one could see easily as far as Nacton corner. Now Robert Dudley had passed that point long before the winning horse passed the post, so there was really no excuse whatever for not awarding him the place he had fairly won. It need hardly be said that it was merely an act of carelessness on the part of the judge, but it was an un- deniably gross one. A pretty uproar there would have been if the public money had been on the horse to any extent. That day I was not altogether displeased to see a horse disqualified. The owner had asked me to ride for him some time previously, but said he could not find me. As I had ridden in the previous race, the excuse was somewhat lame. The jockey, not having walked round the course, missed a fence, and so the good thing fell through. CHAPTER IX A SPORTSMAN'S PARADISE The Great Sandown Steeplechase Bewicke's marvellous performance Advice to young riders Steeplechasing close on nine degrees below zero To Spain once more Pigeon-shooting " Colorado" A fox in the pen A miss, and profanity An old Spanish custom After bustard A fine forest keeper Cruelty of diligence drivers " See Jerez and live " Literary steeple- chasing A saddening reflection Not balloonists and steeplechasers all A real pleasure, and a farewell. THE racing memory, unlike the political, is not by any means notorious for its shortness, so that there is no need to do anything but skim very lightly over the history of steeplechasing during the remainder of this and the next two seasons. April 1893 was one of the driest on record, and the ground was like iron. I took part in no more cross-country sport till the autumn, when there fell to' my lot a win or two in a few events, such as the Army and Navy Steeplechase at Hawthorn Hill Correze's second win there 337 z 338 MEMOIRS Off SIR CLAUDE DE C&ESP1GNY and Dorman's Steeplechase at Lingfield. At Hawthorn Hill, Correze got the better of Father O'Flynn, ridden by Mr. C. Grenfell the owner, and of Emin who started favourite, also ridden by his owner, Lord Molyneux. The biggest events in steeplechasing, even including the Grand National, are, despite the undoubted popularity of the sport, mere drops in the ocean compared with the monster prizes to be won on the flat. My own mounts have rarely brought me in anything over two figures, so that December 9, 1893, the date of the Great Sandown Steeplechase which Correze won, was quite a red-letter day in my calendar. Even here the stakes are not excessive, but the event is a big one in its way ; and what was particularly satisfactory about the winning of it, from my point of view, -was the fact that the Prince of Wales cordially congratulated me on my success. His Royal Highness was present at the dinner given by the Sports' Club to Lord Dunraven, and spoke to me most kindly about the race. It was permissible to remind the Prince that I had once had the honour of training in his old stable, namely, that of Jack Jones. Primate, carrying 12 st. 7 Ibs., and ridden by Bewicke, started rather a warm favourite. BEWICKE'S MARVELLOUS PERFORMANCE 339 Correze, with 10 st. 13 Ibs., was backed at nine to two Fairy Queen was second favourite but I believed him to be better than Primate at the weights, as I had had some opportunities of judging, and was not much surprised, there- fore, at the result. Then Primate did not behave over well in the race, swerving at the first fence, and never jumping too well. Correze, on the other hand, jumped well, and stayed well. Before the last fence was negotiated, Correze had the favourite nicely settled, and Fairy Queen being unable to stay home in the run in, he won by a couple of lengths. Correze, after this, began to be talked of a good deal for the Grand National ; but a break-down in training later on robbed him of the great chance he would otherwise have had in that classic steeplechase. Of all the smart steeplechasing performances I have ever seen and their name is legion not one surpasses Bewicke's in this race. Glancing round, one espied Primate down at the fence by the pay-gate. He looked to me, in the hasty glance which I was able to take, stretched out almost spread-eagle fashion on the ground. Yet the rider never lost his seat, and scarcely had the cry of a fall gone forth 340 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY amongst the spectators, than he had Primate up again, and was pressing Correze hard, having only lost a few lengths by the mishap. It seemed, and it actually was, a marvellous achievement of Bewicke's. No one with know- ledge of steeplechasing, who saw the incident, can ever forget it. The Sportsman, in commenting on Correze's win in the race, referred to his rider in tones so eulogistic that my native modesty quite prevents me reproducing them here ! But there was one passage in the article in question which was so much to the point, and so true, that it may be well quoted for the guidance of young and ambitious riders " His victory is, in my humble opinion, a salutary example for the younger division who are not unfrequently lacking in go. ... Practical horsemen are well aware that race-riding over a country or hurdles is impossible except for a man who is thoroughly fit and constantly taking riding exercise. But the modern Sybarite is far too apt to luxuriate, and try to ride at Sandown upon occasions, when, as almost invariably happens, he makes a lamentable show, and then, forsooth, complains if he is criticized in the papers. These gentle- men should understand that when they get up ADVICE TO YOUNG RIDEKX 341 to ride at a gate-money meeting they offer their performances as value for the public's money, and are therefore most legitimate objects of criticism. If they would but make themselves fit to ride if they want to ride as Sir Claude de Crespigny does, we should have a better prospect, and be spared that terrible barrenness of soldier riders, which was marked when that good horse Partisan could not run at Sandown because there was no soldier capable of riding him." Without going the length of this some- what severe criticism of our soldier-riders, it may be readily conceded that the reference to men who try to ride without keeping them- selves in the proper condition is quite justi- fiable. Throughout the winter season of 1893 and '94, there was abundance of riding for me at several meetings in the South, such as Hurst Park, Kempton, Portsmouth, and Bury St. Edmunds. At the last-named I met my old friend the Duke of Hamilton, with whom I have in days long past had many a pleasant revel, for the last time on or off a racecourse. He gave me a lift in his special. It seems but yesterday that I saw his Grace, " the Mate/' and C, Blanton (their trainer) chatting cheerily on 342 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLA UDE DE CRESPIGNY Stockbridge racecourse. " All, all are gone the old familiar faces ! " " Angus," as he was always called by his intimates, was one of the kindest -hearted of men, and his loss will be deeply felt round Easton. The cheers which invariably went up when the cerise and French grey caught the judge's eye in the van showed how he was appreciated by sport-loving Britons. A bloodless victory was mine on Badmin- ton at Hurst Park on January 3, 1894, when the horse ridden by Gates, my single opponent, bolted before the start. The brute actually ran four and a half miles before the jockey regained control over him, and was then totally unfit to do any more racing that day. So Badminton was permitted to walk over. Perishingly cold, by the way, was that third of January. The ground was so hard, moreover, that very few jockeys would think of riding. Of course I had to wait at the starting-post with Arthur Coventry whilst Star in the East went through this performance. Before long my hands got so numbed that it was difficult to keep hold of the reins. Seeing this, the starter, with real good-nature and self- sacrifice, lent me his gloves. What sort of 'CORREZE' AT SANDOWN 343 weather it was may be judged by the fact that on the following morning the thermometer showed something like nine degrees below zero in an exposed place. We were offered seventeen hundred pounds for Correze in Feb. 1894, just before his running second to Nellie Gray in the Prince of Wales' Steeplechase at Sanclown. I could not do better in this race than leave Van der Berg behind; but next month Correze ran prominently in the Grand International at Sandown till he pulled up lame after going two miles a great disappointment. Early during the present year the opportunity offered of once more turning for sport to Spain. I formed one of a jovial little party, and had a great time in the land, which, though little known to sportsmen, has turned out never- theless a very paradise to the few who have been fortunate enough to enjoy shooting and fishing over the best preserved ground and water. Some letters which were written to a friend from the Peninsula, and during our voyage home, will perhaps serve to give a fair idea of the variety and novelty of a short sporting trip in to use the words applied by Byron to a contiguous country "this delicious land," 344 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CBESPIGNY "El Cuco, Jerez de la Fontera, "Jan. 25, 1895. "My DEAR D " After a rough passage to Gibraltar, and another to Cadiz via Tangiers, we have duly arrived at Don Pedro's, who has not only received us with princely hospitality, but has also given us a suite of four rooms overlooking the Bull-ring and the Alcazar of the Duke of San Lorenzo, besides providing us with a great variety of amusements prior to our starting on Monday for the Palaccio de Onana, the Compte de Medina Sidonia's hunting-seat in the Goto, which marches with the big preserves of the Comtesse de Paris. The Goto has an area of two hundred and fifty square miles, so that each gun requires two horses. Don Pedro's stable is full of nags, and we have been trying which we shall select for our trip. Dinner- parties, dances, a masked ball, lawn-tennis, pigeon -shooting, hunting, etc., made our stay very pleasant ; but best of all, Don Guillermo Garvey, the owner of the finest stud in this part of Spain, if not in the whole country, has placed his horses at my disposal. My riding opportunities are therefore unlimited, and my knees already as raw as mutton-chops. PIGEON-SHOOTING 345 To-morrow I am going to school Lindo a grandson of the Duke of Hamilton's flying Leonie whom I shall hope to ride in the big steeplechase at Madrid, over a country adjoining the Jerez racecourse. After the ride we intend trying for a lot of snipe, which we flushed out hunting this afternoon. I am also in hopes of getting mounts at Cadiz, Jerez, San Lucar, and Seville. Wild Spain, by Chapman and Buck, gives a capital account of the Goto shoot. "Yours, C. C. DEC." "WCuco, Feb. 11, 1895. "Yesterday we did our pigeon-shooting. In the big prize two Spanish horses I had bad luck, three of my birds falling dead just out of bounds. However, I won the next sweep in a field of thirteen, and then failed in two others. There were only four birds left, and the light had become so bad that we could barely see the traps. I was in favour of stop- ping, but O'S asked me to shoot for him against their two crack shots. I consented, and shot first. My bird a white one went up like a rocket, and I got him with my second barrel against the sky. The others were much 346 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CItESPIGNY less fortunate, getting dark, low-flying birds that went straight away like rabbits ; so not un- naturally they missed. Thus the shekels became ' Colorado's/ as we now call him. "The name arose this . way. The keepers cannot pronounce our names, so adopt their own nomenclature, and as the glare and constant ex- posure have made O'S.'s jolly old face as red as the rising sun, they have dubbed him ' Colorado/ I am. ' El Baron/ We were rather amused the other day. O'S had just shot a stag, a fine beast, when one beater asked another to whose gun it had fallen. ' Kubio's,' was the reply. We arrived at the Palaccio after dark, and at dinner a voluntary sweepstake of from one to five dollars was agreed upon for each beast shot with ball stag, boar, lynx, or fox. I barred paying or receiving over the last- named, but consented to shoot them, as they do undoubtedly destroy many fawns and young pigs. I don't know whether you are going to publish this, but if so, trust it won't be welcomed as a damaging admission on the part of an ardent fox-hunter by enemies of Reynard at home. You recollect that tale Townsend told us the other day in Essex, about the farmer who was ready to swear that owing to a dog-fox getting A MISS -AND PROFANITY 347 into the pen, half the young lambs were born with fox heads ! But to return to Spain. A fox did come racing past me, so, hardening my heart, I put a ball from my smooth-bore behind his shoulder, dropping him in his tracks. At that moment, by way of judgment, a noble stag trotted by on my other side. To drop my gun and pick up a Keilly Express took but little time, but instead of a steady broad- side, it was a more hurried and diagonal one : result, a miss, profanity, and a spirit of dejection. Luckily I shortly afterwards got a ten-pointer. . . . Nine hinds had passed me, when at length I espied a stag. I was outside gun, and he was just outside the pine- wood over seventy yards off, with very uneven ground between us, so that his head, neck, and top of shoulder were alone visible. I heard my bullet strike home, and saw the hinds going off without him, so concluded it was all right. On going up after the beat, there he .lay, the bullet having entered just behind the ear, and fractured the base of the skull." ElCuco,Feb. 14, 1895. "We leave here on Monday for Gibraltar, driving by special diligence from St. Fernando 348 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY to Algiers, and take Orient boat on Tuesday for England, arriving in London probably on Saturday. There was a ball here to-night, and one close by yesterday after some theatricals, through which I slept profoundly ; in fact they do say that I snored so loud that two friends led me from the room to an adjoining one, where I lost gloves to the belle of Jerez. "There is an old custom much appreciated at Goto, and that is crowning a man who has killed his first stag, either at the Palaccio, or Marismilla. A crown composed of paper and forest flowers is made, and placed on his head by the local beauty. The successful sportsman sits in a chair of state, and the beauty having crowned him, the musicians with their mando- lins, playing the Royal March, head a procession comprising Don P 's army of retainers and all their women folks. Then the fun commences, and sevillanas and songs last till the small hours, the women being provided with wine and cake, and the men with wine and cigars. ' O Both males and females, the latter playing castanets, dance with considerable grace, and much delight the onlookers. " When ' Colorado's' 'Rubito' (little fair one) a woman called him yesterday in Seville turn AN OLD SPANISH CUSTOM 349 came, he was splendid, his good-humoured face smiling all over the sun and unlimited '47 Solera, which we drank like water, had made it mahogany-coloured with a Henry Clay Sobremesa, as big as a spinnaker-boom, in his inouth, and his crown worn like a forage cap. His head being swollen by mosquito-bites, he looked a perfect picture of King Cole. At the finish the procession departs as it entered, playing the Royal March. On our last day ladies joined us from Jerez, one of whom shared my butt during the two drives she was with us in order to see the sport. Twelve hinds, two fawns, and a stag passed us. I got the stag, though he did not fall to the gun. He was a long shot, and had both bullets through him, but a bit far back and low. He crossed a lagoon, where a dog bayed him. We followed, horse and foot, but before we got up he broke his bay, when we were obliged to race our hacks to our felucca on the Guadalquiver, in order not to miss the train to Bonanza. However, Manuel the keeper tracked this wounded stag for three miles, and finally secured him. During our first drive, an officer of the French Cuirassiers, who accompanied the ladies, not only fired at hinds whenever he had a chance, but also down the 350 MEMOIRS OF Sift CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY line, which was quite contrary to regulation. His first shot whistled just over our heads, whilst the second struck a tree very near us. It was lucky that his other cartridges misfired. " One day Pepe Larios, a keeper, and I had rather a good gallop after an ape which was to be turned down, but which got away with a chain and collar. Pepe had a hog-spear, and tried, but unsuccessfully, to pin the chain to the ground. We eventually pumped our quarry, who ran under a low pine-bush. I jumped off the faithful Saturno (who has carried me for so many miles, and whom I saw again to-day apparently none the worse for all his hard work), and gripped the chain, whilst Pepe slipped his long Jerez knife under the collar, and set him at liberty." S. S. Himalaya, Feb. 20, 1895. " We left Gib yesterday, and are having a fine passage, so, bar accidents, may expect to reach Plymouth on Friday morning, and Tilbury about noon on Saturday. On Sunday we had a day at the bustard, and found great quantities, but unhappily they flew too high. Our party, including one lady, started at 8 a.m. for a point about fifteen miles from the Cuco, and Don AFTER BUSTARD 351 P drove a. team with a party of ladies to lunch, which we thoroughly enjoyed on a hill- side in most perfect weather. Eiding to our last drive I came across a dead snake, not killed, so far as I know, by one of our party. This was only the second I'd come across, the other being in the Goto ; Jose followed its track in the sand, and halved it with his big knife. " It was getting dark when W killed his first bustard. Benitez, his shikari, is considered the best bustard hunter in the Jerez district. He has an exceptionally fine collection of eggs, and I should think could supply collectors with rare specimens at a moderate price. " Our nags had done a hard day's work in the deepest of ground, and we were many miles from home. I and a companion, being merciful to our beasts, lagged so far behind that one of the party came back to ascertain whether an accident had occurred, or we had been tackled by anarchists, who are pretty numerous just now, owing in some degree, no doubt, to the fact that the recent heavy rains have thrown many men out of work. Not long since four were garroted in the big square. It was with a certain relief that at 8 p.m., after a very long day, I led Saturno up to the stables, where 352 MEMOIRS OF SIM CLAUDE DE CEESPIGNY he had a well-earned rest ; to my surprise he had all his shoes on. When at daybreak next day I went round to bid the horse farewell, it seemed like parting with an old friend. Our return was welcomed by frantic bounds and barks by gallant little Vampiro. The dog received no less than twenty-one wounds from a boar, whilst defending his master, Don P , who was on his back fighting with heels and fists, till at length when all but exhausted he got the brute by the hind legs, and threw him on his side. Luckily Juanillo came up in time to hang on to the boar, whilst Don P slipped his knife into him, and so ended a desperate encounter. Poor little Vampiro's en- trails were out, and his life was despaired of. However, the wounded canine hero was sewn up, and, marvellous to relate, recovered. He is now an honoured pensioner, but is never allowed to go to the Goto, for they are sure he would be as willing to give his life in defence of his beloved master, should occasion arise, in the future as he was in the past. That boar's head is the first trophy of the chase which catches your eye in the entrance-hall of the * Cuco.' "Juanillo is the finest specimen of a Spanish forest-keeper I ever came across. He is always A FINE FOREST KEEPER 353 ready with his dogs (only two or three mongrels) to tackle any boar on foot. To watch his opportunity, have the boar by the hind legs on his side, and a knife into his ribs, lungs, or heart, is the work of an instant. It is not difficult to guess the penalty of failure with an old tusker. The other day when the boar was on foot, it was a refreshing sight to see Juanillo slip off his mule and keep abreast of the dogs, watching his opportunity to dash into the jungle the moment the quarry was bayed. When one looked at that simple brave forester, and recollected some of the feeble specimens of manhood that -are to be seen crawling about Piccadilly and Regent Street, a feeling of contempt and indignation arose, impossible to suppress. "The pace was pretty warm in the above- mentioned run, and no less than three guns were in jeopardy of being lost. First I jumped over a gallant Colonel's gun as he wore an eye-glass he was dubbed by the keepers ' Look- ing-glass ' (in Spanish) ; then I saw ' Colorado's ' second horseman with his gun turn end over end on his horse. After killing the boar, Don Pablo D on looking into his bucket found it empty; but that keen sportsman, Delmd Ead- A A 354 MEMOIES OF SIE CLAUDE DE GRESPIGNY cliffe, rode his heel line back for three-quarters of a mile and recovered the gun. " On Monday we left by an early train for San Fernando both direct boat and train service with Gibraltar having broken down and where a special diligence was awaiting us. With five mixed teams of horses and mules we covered the fifty- eight miles to Algeciras in under ten hours, the usual time being fifteen. The roads here and there were awful composed of soft deep clay with pine boughs stretched across ; but the main part of the distance would have been fairly sound travelling had it not been for occasional large holes, which not only jolted the vehicle till it nearly capsized, but strained the springs to their utmost. The country between San Fernando and Algeciras is decidedly varied. At the start many parts reminded one of the Goto ; then the lake opposite Mariana and the mountains beyond recalled memories of Switzerland. " Both ' Colorado ' and I agreed that never again, if it could be avoided, would we make a forced march by diligence, as the cruelty of the driver and his assistant, who keeps jumping off to flog, and prod with a pointed stick, the unfortunate team, passes credulity. It only CRUELTY OF DILIGENCE DRIVERS 355 confirmed my .oft- expressed belief that to be killed, even if death was not immediate, in the bull-ring, is kindness itself compared to the sufferings of a hackney horse in Spain. Take, for instance, our last team from Tarifa to Algeciras, the most severe stage of our journey. These were the most ragged lot of the five, consisting of three mules and three horses ; had all been down, and were galled all over. At starting the team could scarcely move, despite the free application of stick and whipcord. Long before reaching our destination the galls on each wretched beast of burden had become open wounds, and woe betide the animal that stumbled ; when the near leader did so, and cut open his already blemished near fetlock, it passed our comprehension how he recovered, and was able to continue the horrible journey. Having knocked the piratical porters down from seventy- five pasetas to sixty-two and a half for trans- porting ourselves and baggage about three hundred yards to our launch, for which ten would have been ample remuneration, we steamed over to Gibraltar, where Delme Kadcliffe, the worthy scion of a fine old sporting stock, hospitably entertained us at a farewell dinner at the Bristol. This Delme is a grandson of 356 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY the author of that noble work on fox-hunting, and, you will recollect, near relatives of his lived in the Tedworth country. The hospitality and kindness we received at Jerez were quite beyond praise. ' See Naples and die ! ' What nonsense ! ' See Jerez and live ! ' is much more to the point." After my return from Spain I availed myself of such opportunities as arose for steeplechasing last spring. Several good friends offered me mounts. A rather severe attack of influenza, or something of the kind, got a grip of me in March, but shaking it off without great difficulty I went almost straight from my bed to the saddle with- out any evil effects, and rode in two steeple- chases and a hurdle race at the Sports' Club meeting at Hurst Park. No good there ; but better fortune at Warwick last May, where I won a race on Fred Cotton's Sophism, a real good thing. Curiously enough, Wenty Hope Johnstone and I who may now be about regarded as the doyens of cross-country riders scored in the first and last races respectively of the Warwick meeting. May 10 was rather an interesting day from a family point of view, as my son and I were pitted against one another in a match at LITERARY STEEPLECHASING 357 the Plumpton meeting. He had beaten me in a steeplechase not such a long while before, but I had my revenge in this match. Cotton's Burgundy, my mount, started a very hot favourite, and indeed my son had no chance whatever on Mr. Erskine's Sappho, who refused at the first fence, and never finished the course. Our old friend "the Mate" told us in his volume of reminiscences how the labour of putting together that book cost him upwards of two stone in weight. I don't know that my own weight is less by a pound than last year, when it was first suggested to me that some of my sporting experiences and adventures in the heavens above and on the earth beneath might make a readable book ; but I cannot answer in the same matter for the friend who started me in this literary steeplechase. There has been occasionally a worn and worried look about him. When, for instance, one morning before this book was half finished the good news was brought to him that I was off to Spain on a shooting expedition for a month or six weeks, he looked as though he had had a bad fall on hard ground. Nor has he waxed enthusiastic when I have talked about another ballooning trip, or a project that several of us have more than once discussed 358 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY for following the course of a stream under the caves of Han in Belgium, which the natives say no man has ever done or ever will do. As it is, the putting together of this book has entailed a good deal of steeplechasing, and the obstacles have been neither few nor far between. The chases at Plumpton bring me within very measurable distance of the present time. Most riders, whether on the flat or cross country, must begin to think about winding up their racing and chasing careers when they have stepped across the borderland of middle age. The rather saddening reflection that there may, in the ordinary course of nature, come a time when I shall have to address myself to tamer pursuits than steeplechasing and other more or less hazardous forms of sport, has flashed unwelcome across my mind once or twice of late years. At the same time, I cannot re* member ever feeling more fit, more proof against fatigue, than during the spring chasing season of 1895. Many men deteriorate in various provinces of sport, steeplechasing cer- tainly amongst others, because after reaching the meridian of life they incline too much to ease and even slothfulness ; but, on the other hand, what can be done by those who keep themselves STILL FIT FOR THE SADDLE 359 up to the mark, is shown by the example of men like W. G. Grace in the cricketing, and Wenty Hope Johnstone in the racing, world. For my part I hope to stick to the saddle yet awhile, and try and show riders that they sometimes give up too soon. "How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnished," when the joints are yet far from stiff, and the frame still hardened against fatigues ! Therefore it will be my endeavour, after the example of not a few good men I have known and heard of, to see the thing out, and in the world of sport, like them, to drink " life to the lees." What the public will think of a man who has not fully sown his wild oats though close upon half a century old, and of a life which has been almost entirely given up to various sports and adventures in all parts of the world, it is not for me to predict. It may be that the verdict will be that such a life has been chiefly misspent, for it is an age rather devoted to the carking cares, the ceaseless anxieties, and the restlessness of business, than to exploit and adventure; 360 MEMOIRS OF SIR CLAUDE DE CRESPIGNY and in the work of "getting and spending," in the piling up as well as in the losing of fortunes, the powers and thoughts of very many of us are centred. Such things indeed must be : a drone myself, so far as the strictly work-a-day and commercial side of life is concerned, I fully recognize this. It would not do for us to be steeplechasers and balloonists all. Yet there are many who share with me the belief in sport, in its even more robust and adventuresome side, as necessary to the development and prowess of the rising gener- ation of Englishmen ; and they, at any rate, will perhaps regard with leniency some of the escapades herein set forth with all endeavour to avoid exaggeration and inaccuracy. In con- clusion, I will admit that the extreme frequency with which the first person singular has come to the surface throughout these reminiscences has somewhat discomforted me once or twice. But in a book of this kind it is not possible to altogether avoid conveying the impression of being rather an egoist. It has been a real pleasure to turn from my own doings to those of the host of sportsmen and good fellows, whose ways have from time to time been my ways. If anything has been related of these A FAEEWELL 361 comrades likely, to give unintentional pain, I trust they may pass an act of oblivion, and I ask them to feel assured that nothing has been set down in malice. For the rest " What is writ is writ, Would it were worthier." APPENDIX STEEPLECHASING IN INDIA A HOT discussion was going on during the time I spent in India concerning the breeding of horses in the East, and the relative merits of the various kinds. A table given below throws light on the question, but it by no means served to satisfy everybody. Some swore by the Arab, whilst others asserted that it was not a race- horse at all, and was a long way behind the country-bred at that period, whatever it might have been in the past. It was not, however, to be denied, even by those who set the country-bred far above the Arab, that the Calcutta Derby, confined to the latter, was one of the prettiest races to be seen in the country. INDIAN RACING AND CHASING. THE following scale of weights was adopted by the Calcutta Turf Club, about five-and-twenty years ago : 362 APPENDIX 363 WEIGHT FOR AGE. SIX YEARS THREE YEARS. FOUR YEARS. FIVE YEARS. AND AGED. English ... 8 st. lib. 8 st. 12 Ibs. 9 st. lib. 9 st. 3 Ibs. Australian and Tasmanian... 7 2 ,, 8 6 8 13 ,, ,, Cape ... 7 3 ,, 8 5 8 12 ,, Country-breds 7 ,, 7 ,, 8 ,, 4 8 12 ,, Arabs ... 7 7 ,, 8 4 8 12 (For each class when running without any other class.) WEIGHT FOR AGE AND CLASS. THREE YEARS. FOUR YEARS. FIVE YEARS. AM) AGED English ... 8 st. 12 Ibs. 9 st. 9 Ibs. 9 st. 12 Ibs. 10 st. Olbs. Australian and Tasmanian ... 7 5 8 9 9 2 9 6 > > Cape 6 12 8 o 8 7 !', 8 ,,12 ,, Country-breds 6 10 7 ,, 7 ,, 8 1 ,, 8 ,, 6 ,, Arabs 5 10 6 7 7 ,, 1 ,, 7 6 > (When more than one class run together, colonial-breds and Arabs to be raised 10 Ibs. when running together without any other class.) WEIGHT FOR CLASS. English 10 st. Olbs. Australian and Tasmanian ... ... 9 ,, 6 ,, Cape 8 12 ,, Country-breds ... ... ... 8 ,, 6 ,, Arabs ... ... ... ... ... 7 ,, 6 ,, India in some respects offered excellent facilities to those taking an active interest in the subject of horse-breeding. The formation of a good stud was not nearly so expensive a thing as in England. Land was cheap, and the climate without the cold driving rain, snow, and frost 364 APPENDIX which is such a drawback here. The banks of a river with a gentle slope and with sweet water was a capital position, provided there was plenty of shelter from the sun. Extensive paddocks for the weaned foals cost no very considerable sum, and they could easily be planted with an Indian grass called, I fancy, the herriala an excellent substitute for ordinary English pasture. Barley and some of the other Indian cereals were, it is true, expensive, but a species of maize, known as New England corn, was cheap and quite service- able. During the rainy season it throve, and could also be made to grow during both the cold and hot weather by means of artificial irrigation. At a very moderate cost of about eight rupees or so, an acre's crop would give a horse about 5 Ibs. of corn a day. Oats too could be grown, and if allowed as a cold-weather crop to go to ear, made good hay. The most considerable item in making a stud in India was permanent airy stabling for the stallions, and even this was not a very extravagant one. APPENDIX 365 PEDESTRIANISM. THE details of Cotton's great walk from Ashbourne in Derbyshire to Auchlyne in Perthshire may be best supplied by the follow- ing notes which he took himself at the time : "Left Ashbourne 12.8 a.m. on Monday, August 15, 1881, accompanied by Pegg of Derby, the best man of his age in England at fair walking on a road. Keached Leek (fifteen miles) at 3.41 : pace for first seven miles poor, as it blew hard in our teeth. Did not halt at Leek, but went on to Bosley (seven miles), which we reached at 5.29. Halted at the Sun for half- an-hour, had four glasses of milk and bread-and- butter ; had boots off, and feet attended to. Left at six o'clock and reached Allington (thirty- four miles from the start), at 8.32. Had tub, and breakfasted in bed, after which got an hour and a half s sleep and woke feeling very fit : no pain in the feet. Took it easy till 3.30. Pegg very angry, saying that I was wasting too much time, and that we ought to have started at 12 o'clock. I was in capital form, and walked to Manchester (fifteen miles) in three hours and seven minutes. Stopped 366 APPENDIX fifteen minutes, and went on to Halshaw Moor (nine miles), which we reached at 9.7. Had hot tub then, which freshened me up very much ; feet very painful though, as from Haselgrove through Stockport to Manchester and all the way from Halshaw Moor the roads were paved, 1 and in some places very badly paved too. Got to bed at 11.30, but could not sleep as my feet were awful : may possibly have slept two hours, but certainly not more than that. Pegg came to my room at 4.30, attended to my feet, and improved them. But when I first stood on them it seemed utterly impossible that I could ever walk the three miles into Bolton. However, after a basin of bread-and- milk, I started at 6.30 (Tuesday morning) for Preston. At a small inn, eight miles beyond Bolton and thirteen from Preston, I halted, had both boots changed, and feet, which were worse than ever, attended to. After one hour's rest I went on, and after eight hours of great pain reached Preston at 2.30. Eested at Bull Hotel till four o'clock, when I started for Garstang (eleven miles) on the Lancaster Koad. Fainted twice. Pegg begged me stop, and give it up. However, I managed to reach Garstang 1 Owing to the very heavy traffic in this district, APPENDIX 367 at 7.55. Lay down ; was looked after by Pegg ; had two strong cups of green tea, which did wonders for me ; had eggs and chops, and started for Lancaster (eleven miles more) at 9 o'clock. This was far the worst stage of the whole week's walk, as I was frequently nearly doubled up with cramp ; and had Pegg not rubbed me every two hundred yards or so for the last three miles, I could never have reached Lancaster. At 1.15 a.m. I arrived at the County Hotel, Lancaster. Went at once to bed, and after an hour's attention Pegg left me. I slept from 3 till 6.30, when Pegg came. Strange to say, my feet, though very bad and terribly swollen, were not quite so painful as the previous day, and I began to think that it was just possible I might win after all. At 10.45 I started for Kendal (twenty-two and a half miles), reached the King's Arms Hotel at 5 o'clock. Lay down ; had tea and eggs ; feet no worse ; spirits getting well up. Started again at 7.15 for Penrith (twenty- six miles). I felt wonderfully fresh and well except for my feet. However, I gradually lost my pace, and suffered terribly from cramp. Pegg was most attentive, and again constantly rubbed me. Back of neck intensely painful; could hardly hold head up at all. Arrived at Hotel 368 APPENDIX at 3 o'clock a.m. ; straight to bed ; did not get up till 9 ; had six and a half hours' sleep, and woke wonderfully fresh and well. Felt that I should win. Started for Carlisle at 11, and reached it (eighteen miles) at 3.48. Walked better than I had since Monday. Eested at Carlisle ; had tea, chops, and poached eggs. Left at 6 for Lockerbie (twenty-six miles), which I reached at 2.15, after resting for an hour on the way. Went to bed at King's Arms Hotel; slept from 2.30 till 6.30, when Pegg came ; feet no worse, but right ankle badly swollen and very painful. Bound it tightly. Started at 10.45 for Beattrell (fourteen miles), which I reached at one minute to 2. Felt so fresh, did not halt, but went on sixteen miles more to Crawford, which I reached at 6.3, having done the thirty miles in pouring rain, with a mac- kintosh on, in seven hours and sixteen minutes. Felt very fit the whole time. Got close to a roaring fire, and was well rubbed ; had hot whisky-and-water, chops, eggs, and tea. A man who was shooting there kindly sent me a bottle of Bollinger, which I polished off just before I started again. Left for Lanark (twenty- one miles) at 9 o'clock, which I reached very beat (having rested for half-an-hour in a building APPENDIX 369 by the roadside) at 3.18. Knees and right ankle gave me great pain. Had to be helped to bed ; could see that Pegg thought I had no chance of finishing the journey. However, he fomented my ankle well, which gave great relief, and left me at 4 a.m. I started again, feeling awfully stale, for Airdrie (nineteen miles) at 9.15. After a rest for half-an-hour, I got there at 3.45, very much exhausted, and in great pain. I was so cold that I had seven blankets on me, and drank two glasses of hot brandy -and- water. Nearly wired to say I was beaten. However, I had an hour's sleep, and woke like a new man. Had a good feed, and started again at 6.30 for Bridge of Allan. This was a mistake, as I ought to have stopped at Stirling instead of going up to Bridge of Allan, which lengthened the journey. After resting for twenty-five minutes at a roadside inn, I reached Bridge of Allan at 1.48. Dead beat, and ankle very painful. Had supper and a hot mustard bath, which had a marvellous effect. Pegg left me at 3 a.m., and I slept till G.30. When he came, my ankle was decidedly better. Started at eight o'clock exactly, and reached Callander (fourteen and a half miles) at 11.7. Felt sure I should win then; rested at Hotel for one hour and fifteen minutes, had soup, B B 370 APPENDIX and started at 12.20 for Lochearnhead. Stopped at Strathyre, where Frank Arkwright has a shoot. Had capital lunch. Started again at 4.25, and reached Auchlyne at 8.30. REMARKS. " This short account of the walk will show clearly how little sleep can on an emergency be sufficient. I am quite sure that in the 164 hours and twenty-two minutes that I was on my journey I did not sleep twenty-five hours. It also shows that however beat a man may be, there is always a bit left if he will only harden his heart. Never say die. I did not drink ten shillings' worth of anything stronger than tea the whole time, with the exception of the bottle of champagne given me at Craw- ford by a good Samaritan, who was staying there. The horse that accompanied me with a dog-cart, and took my luggage from place to place, was beaten three days before the finish, and I had to leave it and hire another. " F. C." APPENDIX 371 BALLOONING. ON September 31, 1874, Monsieur Durouf and his wife, in order to satisfy a disappointed crowd at Calais, made a balloon ascent from that town. They were carried away in a north-easterly direction across the Channel. After many narrow escapes in the darkness which had overtaken them, as they were rash enough to make the ascent at a late hour in the day, the aeronauts were picked up near the Doggerbank in an almost lifeless condition, and conveyed in a fishing-smack to Grimsby. RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, LONDON* & BUNGAY. 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