Samuel Chifney had a son—who was also called Sam Chifney. He was likewise a celebrated jockey. He was a very cool customer in the midst of the most exciting races. One day he observed a young jockey making much too free with his horse, "'Thereupon he said Where are you going, boy? Stay with me and you'll be second." The boy drew Dock his horse, and a tine race ensued, but Chifuey won. Great jockeys have a habit of being either very patronising to, younger horsemen or exceedingly offensive. The late Fred Archer, who was us vain as he was high, was very apt to stand upon his dignity. In the Ruilway Plate at the sandown October meeting, eight years ago, there were only two runmers—Koyal Robe, the mount of William Robinson, and Brave, ridden by Fred Archer, The race wus considered tainty for Archer on Brare, und long odds odds of eight to one—were laid on chance, As u matter of fact Koyal Robe mad all the ranning, and, being never headed, won ily. Archer detested to be taken down in and he complained that Robinson kept turning round in the saddle, and calling out Come on, Archer." As Robinson was then a bit of a red-faced boy who was serving an apprenticeship to Tom Cannon, the master of Danebury reprimanded him for want, of respect to the great horseman of the day. This reminds one of the well-known story of Arche and young Rickaby, when this youth was younger than he is now. Fred Rivkaby, the son of the man who trained Wild Dayrell for his Derby, made his debut in the suldle at Kempton Park in the Easter Handicap of 1886. Archer offered to give the boy a bint or two. He told Rickaby, who was riding a horse called Fireball, to stand by him at the starting-post. He was to send his horse ahead Dut he was not to thrash it when he was beaten. He was to drop back and stick near to Archer if he could. "At any rate," said Archer, you keep your eye on me, and stick near me, and you'll not be far out at the finish: do yea see?" Rickaby following Archer's instructions, rattled Ftreball along a terrible pace. He soon had a long lead of the field, and Archer had to Dustle up in pursuit, The great jockey had to ride his hardest against the novice he hud been instructing to stick to hin. Tt was, however, all to no purpose, for young on Plolemy. "This is what call a practical Rickaby won by half a length from Archer joke. It is the kind of joke that Rickaby Would delight in, for he is a very solemn young man, and'has never been Known to smile,
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