The Sun.
London, England, 1860-10-13 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, SATURDAY EVENING, OCTOBER 13, 1860.

bers, and with their torches assembled in front of
the .Tremont-house, from the balcony of which they
were addressed by many speakers until nearly 10
o'clock. The speeches were long and temperate,
and sometimes almost funny. But, whether tempe-
rate or intemperate, funny or dull, the " Wide
Awakes" gave no sign of animation. They listened,
or appeared to listen, with great attention, but there
was no cheering, no laughter, no funny running
commentary of embarrassing remarks, such as one
hears on similar occasions from an English crowd.
All was orderly in the extreme, but to outward seem-
ing at least dull and apathetic. Certainly a better
conducted, or a more perfectly quiet popular assem-
blage I never saw in my life. But that the meeting
had a sensible and practical purpose in view, but
that they were in earnest about it, in-spite of all their
quietness, and but that there were no frantic de-
nunciations of everybody but themselves, one might
almost have thought they were attending a meeting
in Exeter-hall. The Prince saw none of those de-
monstrations. On the night of his arrival he re-
mained at his hotel, and during the day was accom-
panied round the town by the mayor of Chicago
and Mr. Wilkins, the English Consul. Every where
the behaviour of the people was courteous and even
delicate. They were anxious to see the Prince, but
in no instance were crowding or intrusive.
MORGAN FARM, IN THE PRAIRIES,
NEAR DWIGHT, SEPT. 25.
The Royal party are here, and have been since
the 22d, enjoying to the very uttermost their daily
sport of shooting over the prairies. His Royal
Highness came down on Saturday evening, and be-
fore he had been here 15 minutes was out with his
gun among the corn stubble that surrounds his
house, and which forms a little belt of culture—an
oasis in this boundless extent of undulating rich
wild prairie land. But dusk was closing in fast as
the Prince went out into the stubble, and shooting
was not to be expected that night—at least so one
of the enormous white owls of the prairie seemed to
think, for he flew too near his Royal Highness,
who, all dusk as it was, made a splendid long shot
and brought the sage bird down at once. This,
however, was the only sport attempted on Satur-
day, and on Sunday, of course, nothing was done,
and, after attending Divine Service in the little
Presbyterian Church, the party remained all quiet
and alone in their little country farmhouse, in
the middle of Grand Prairie. Not quite alone,
however, for towards the end of the day two Irish-
men, mounted on rough, bare-backed mules, came
riding across the prairie towards the house, and met
the Prince walking on the grass outside. The fore-
most instantly introduced himself by saying, " Sir, I
was a subject of your mother, sure, long ago, and I
hear you're the Prince of Wales. How do you do, sir ?"
With which brief announcement he got off his mule
and shook his Royal Highness by the hand very
heartily. Having acquitted himself of this neat little
speech with the utmost eagerness he bethought him-
self of his companion, whose general appearance and
costume were a trifle more dilapidated than his own.
This sunburnt individual, who remained on his
mule, shifting uneasily to and fro, as if the presence
of the heir of Britain rather embarrassed him than
otherwise, he at once introduced in a general way
by saying " This is my friend, Sir, and, as there's
no church near where we're fixed, I hope you'll ex-
cuse his dress." The Prince smiled, and said he
would, and there certainly was very little to ex-
cuse, inasmuch as a ragged shirt and trousers con-
stituted the chief portion of the dress in question.
The conversation then came to a sudden pause,
while the first and only spokesman seemed to be
endeavouring with all his might to recollect some
previously-arranged topic of interest to communi-
cate. At last he hit it, and broke out with,
" We've ridden more than a long 20 mile across the
prairie to see you, Sir," and then there was another
pause, while he seemed to wonder whether any
more civilities were necessary or not. Apparently
he came to the conclusion that on the whole a suffi-
cient homage had been rendered, for without a
word he mounted his mule again, and with a
" Good bye, Sir," both rode off. When about a
quarter of a mile away the speaker turned, and,
riding a short way back, called out hoarsely that if
any of the party wanted mules they had beautiful
ones to sell, where he was " fixed," some 20 miles
east of Dwight, and haying relieved his mind of
this information away both visitors rode, keeping
their mules across the prairie straight as a crow
would fly till they were lost to view in the im-
mense expense.

Dwight is a prairie village, just five years old.
Five years ago and the spot where th• little wooden
town now stands was a huge wilderness of prairie
land with not a trace of human habitation on it
for miles and miles. Mr. Morgan and Mr.
Dwight, who knew the inexhaustible fertility of
the land, determined to form a settlement there,
so a small station-house was soon built on the line
of the Chicago and St. Louis Railway, and the
first wooden huts erected about four or four•and-a-
half years ago. Now several thousand acres of the
prairie have been brought under cultivation ; a
pretty little church has been built, with avert' large
school-house. The town musters one hotel (still in
a rather uncultivated and prairie condition), with
about 100 other houses and 600 inhabitants. Each
year however, its population nearly doubles, so that
in 1870 Dwight will figure largely on the maps and
guidebooks as a young though rising prairie town,
with good hotels, a large corn .market, and a busy
thriving population of some 15,000 or 18,009 people.
Its glories, however, are still in the future, and the
visit of his Royal Highness and party has taxed the
slender accommodation of the little village to the
utmost. Mr. Spencer's house has been given up to the
Prince, the Duke of Newcastle, General Bruce and
Dr. Acland, who are all it wilt accommodate, even
with crowding. Hard by in a neat, though very
small white wooden house, Colonel Grey and Major
Tindale are " fixed." Lord Lyons, with Captain
Retallack and Mr. John Spencer, stop at Mr. Mot-
Tan's firm, and Lord Hinchingbrooke and the Hon.
Mr. Elliott sleep in a railway car on a siding off
the line, with Mr. Price, the manager of the rail-
way. Mr. Spencer, Mr. Wilson (the superintendent
of the telegraph), and others are, I presume, not
supposed to sleep at all, for the place of their re-
pose, if any, is shrouded in the deepest mystery.
With a party so scattered, and all living in the
rough, one would almost fancy that Dwight would
fail to make an agreeable impression on the Royal
party. Yet I am certain that long as their progress
has been, and varied as have been its attractions
everywhere, there is no visit which will be so kindly
and so pleasantly remembered by his Royal High-
ness and party as that which they made to Dwight
and its prairies.
Everything here is novel and attractive. The
sport on the prairies is new, and the game abundant;
the boundless expense of grass covered land is alone
a sight worth travelling to see, and, above all, the
Royal party are secure from prying and intrusion,
and can enjoy themselves as best suits their humour,
free from observation of any kind. The people of the
village who know their wish for privacy are so care-
ful not to intrude upon it that they scarcely even re-
gard any of the Royal party when they see them, and
Mr. Spencer and Mr. Morgan, with such tact, such
kind, attentive, and delicate hospitality as I have
never seen elsewhere, are solicitous night and morn-
ing for wh,atever can conduce to the comfort and
convenience of the august visitor to their little town.
or course, the American Jenkinsis are not here, and
the Prince is no longer dogged by men with large
notebooks in their hands, nor annoyed by hearing
afterwards of the scandalous stuff which they trans-
port, per telegraph, to New York. In short, the
Royal party are for once really private, and really
enjoying themselves, which is saying as much as
need be said of them from here.
It is easy fur any of your readers to imagine a
prairie—it is next to impossible to describe one.
Leave Dwight behind you, and walk out to the east
till all sight and sound of the little village is lost in
the distance, and then look round you. There is a
huge, undulating ocean of long rich grass and
flowers, which the warm, soft wind keeps in a gentle
ripple. There is not a sound but the shrill chirping
at millions of crickets, not a shrub or bush to break
the dead level of the distant horizon —nothing to
vary the widespread sea of verdure but its own
masses of bright wildflowers, over which gorgeous
butterflies keep always skimming on noiseless wings.
This is the prairie. About a mile or so a-head is a

slight, but very perceptible rise in the ground, and
you push on for this to get a good look about you.
There is, of course, no track, and your way lies
through the prairie grass now little more than breast
high, but in the spring almost over your head ;
you stride through clumps of resin and compass
weeds, through patches of blue, yellow, and purple
towers, through thyme and long rich grass with
tall, tufted, reedy plants in the midst, which attract
your notice at once. It is the rattlesnake weed,
always most plentiful where this deadly reptile
abounds, and the root of which, with immense doses
of corn whisky, is said, under certain favourable
contingencies, to have averted fatal results from the
bites of very small reptiles of this class. Where the
snake weed is plentiful, beware and look out well
for the snakes too. You can't walk far through
the praire on a hot morning without hearing the
dry sharp hissing rattle of one of these deadly ser-
pents, as with his tail so quickly vibrating that you
can scarcely distinguish its end, and with the lean,
hungry-looking head erect, it moves sluggishly
away in search of a place where it may repose and
bask undisturbed. Such dangerous occupants of
the grass are common in the prairies, and may with
prairie wolves and sometimes deer be seen within a
stone's throw of the houses of Dwight itself. But
all this while you are plodding through the grass,
turning aside for one minute to look at the little
prairie crabs which burrow down their holes some 15
feet to the level of the water below the gravel, and
into which they drop at once on the slightest sound
of alarm, or else you watch the coveys of prairie
hens as they rise with a whirr right and left, and go
skimming along like grouse a little ahead of you.
At last you gain the summit of the gentle rise, and
can look around you for miles on miles in all direc-
tions, yet you are almost disappointed to find that
you have gained nothing by your walk—that the
same tremendous extent of meadow land, clothed
with a rank luxuriance of grass and flowers,
stretches away on every side till deep green fades
into brown in the distance, and a line of blackish-
blue on the ocean, far, far out, marks where the
horizon meets the sky. Yet the land is not nil level.
It has a series of gentle undulations—of low long
sloping ridges, as if an inland sea, when slowly
moving with a quiet, regular swell, had on the in-
stant been changed to rich and fertile land. The
prairie on which I write this is known as the Grand
Prairie, from the extraordinary fertility of its land
—for its length is only 60 miles by 30. But in a
south-easterly direction from this spot one may
journey for nearly 300 miles and never once quit
their long, shallow ridges—never see anything but
the eternal expanse of deep green grass, perfumed
with the gum droppings of the resin weed. The
southern prairies are broken hero and there by
water-courses, by clumps of cotton-wood and groves
of locust trees. Occasionally, though at rare in-
tervals, a little line of locust trees, looking like
rocks in the great ocean of grass—oceans in the
vast prairie lands of Illinois—and mark where pools
of water may be found. These varieties, however,
are but few, and after a journey in the green wil-
derness a tree almost startles you, as something
out of place in the huge soft green meadow-sea,
where the long coarse silky-looking grass bears
nothing stronger than a resin weed among it,
and where a breath of wind ripples its whole
surface into breakers of verdure, which even in the
calmest days gives such an aspect of life and
animation to these silent and deserted lands. One
might write for days and days on prairie land and
prairie life, and yet give no idea of either to those
who have not seen them. It is the wild, the
overflowing abundance of animal and vegetable life
which fills these great reservoirs of nature, the
knowledge that the thousands of square miles of
soil over which we travel is the richest and most
luxuriant in the world, and yet, in spite of this,
the utter desolation and absence of the trace of any
human being which surprises you, one time with
gratitude that there is such land to spare, and the
next moment with regret that its great riches
should be so neglected and forlorn. Travel on for
miles and miles, for days and nights, pass from Illi-
nois, across the broad turbid waters of the Missis-
sippi, into the slave State of Missouri—journey for
hundreds and hundreds of leagues, as you may do
here, yet not quit for a day these monstrous grassy
wastes, these perpetual land calms, in which a
silence as great as that upon the sea seems always
to remain unbroken. The inexperienced person,
however, must be careful how he ventures on these
luxuriant steppes alone. Let him but loose sight of
his faint landmarks, and make one or two incau •
tious turns, and he will instantly find himself en-
gaged in a game of blindman's buff on a most un-
pleasant scale, and must catch what way he can
back again. In vain you search for the track you
have made through the long grass. A breath of
wind is sufficient to conceal it from your inexperi-
enced eyes, though a week afterwards an Indian
runner could follow it up with as much ease as if it
were a paved road. You push forward in what
you think a straight course, but it is ten to one that
you only make huge circles round the place from
which you started, and it is then that the eternal
solemn silence of these great plains becomes not
only impressive but almost alarming, when every
fresh effort to strike a track only increases your
weariness, and you feel yourself a helpless
prisoner in these huge bright smiling solitudes.
Fortunately, none go on the prairie for the first
time without being shown in case of such
mishaps the groups of compass weed which abound
all over the plains, and, the broad flat leaves of
which point due north and south with an accuracy
as unvarying as that of the magnetic needle itself.
And thus, with the aid of these useful little weeds
and the sun's course, you may make tracks across
the broadest prairie with the most unerring cer-
tainty.

The great danger to which travellers on the
largest prairies are exposed is fire. Scorched during
one or two months of summer by an almost tropical
heat, the grass shrivels up into a coarse brown-
looking hay, and while in this state is constantly
lit accidentally by the carelessness of travellers or
hunters, or by flashes from the terrific lightning
storms which are always sweeping over these plains.
With a brisk night wind in the height of summer a
prairie fire spreads over the whole plains with
awful rapidity, and, unless well mounted, woe
betide the unluckly travellers, who roused by the
smoky heat from their slumbers, see the great
horizon of orange•coloured flame in the distance,
like a vast semicircle of fire bearing down rapidly
towards them. On the small prairies instant flight is
the only chance of safety. On the great and wilder
prairies flight is useless, and the only expedient
that offers any hope of safety is riding madly with
the wind some 10 miles ahead of the fire and
lighting the prairie before you at two or three
points. As the wind bears the flame rapidly ahead
the itravellers, after a short interval are enabled
to follow along the scorched track comparatively
out of reach of the flames coming up behind, which
of course stops on the margin of the burnt ground
for want of fuel.

On.the Grand Prairie, stretching out from Dwight,
the Royal party started at six in the morning of
the 24th to shoot prairie hens. These birds are
rather larger than the English grouse, but in all
other respects precisely resemble them, and the
sport is pursued with setters, in the same manner.
His Royal Highness, with the Duke of Newcastle,
Captain Retallack (who arranged the whole expedi-
tion), and Mr. Spencer, went in one party to the
east ; General Bruce, Colonel Grey, Major Teesdale,
and Mr. Wilkins, went west; Lord Hinchingbrooke
and the Hon. Mr. Elliott took another direction.
Dr. Acland went out 'with a gun in his hand, but
a pencil in his thoughts, and after one or two shots
amused himself in making a series of sketches of
the prairies. Considering the lateness of the season
and the wildness of the birds, all the parties had
excellent sport, and returned soon after dusk, when
the united bag amounted to 50 brace of prairie
hens, exclusive of other game, such as plover and
quail. As night fell a dreadful thunderstorm raged
over the prairies, and the wind, after moaning and
roaring about the plain like a storm at sea, would
suddenly cease, and a portentous silent darkness
reign over the whole scene—a silence so intense
that the vivid flashes of lightning, noiseless as they
were, seemed almost to break as the great livid
streaks darted down and went flickering over the
plains in all directions. While watching the dread-

ful solemnity of such a storm in such a wild, I could
not help noticing three dull red copper-coloured
banks of clouds at different parts of the horizon,
and asked my kindhost Mr. Morgan to explain what
they meant or were. The explanation was given in
five words, for the instant his quick eye caught the
distant tinge he exclaimed, " The prairie is on fire."
And so it proved to be; whether it had caught from
some smouldering gun wadding, or as was thought
far more probable, had been ignited by the incessant
flashes of lightning during the evening, it was hard
to say. Only one thing admitted of no doubt what-
ever, and that was that the grass had caught in three
distinct places.

At first it seemed probable that a short, quick
flood of rain which fell after the storm, and which
for two or three minutes was heavy enough almost
to extinguish anything, would check its progress, as
for a time in fact it did. But the fire had obtained
too firm a hold, and as the rain ceased the wind rose,
and the smouldering red patches in the verge of the
horizon grew brighter and brighter, spreading along
with an angry rapidity that brought each separate
conflagration closer and closer every minute. The
wind was away from the village of Dwight and its
rich belt of corn fields, and turning the flames west-
ward, over the mass of prairie; and as these fires.
especially at this season of the year, do the land
much good, the progress of the conflagration was
watched with perfect indifference. Soon the sky,
from reflecting a narrow strip of red, lit up with an
angry glare as the mass of fire spread beneath it—
the little patches of flame began to crest the undu-
lation, and ragged columns of dense fiery smoke
streamed away in lurid masses as if it would carry
the flame and heat up into the clouds themselves.
An hour more and three fires had apparently joined,
or, at least, were so close together that they formed
one huge belt of fame that covered the earth and
lit up the sky for miles and miles. The fire was at
least eight or nine miles distant from Dwight, and
from there it looked comparatively a small space in
the immense horizon of land around, and only by
the bright orange flame in the distance, and the
mass of fiery sky above, could one judge adequately
of the real area occupied by the burning plains.
Not so, however, as after a long ride you approached
them from the windward side. For a mile and
more before you reach the edge of the fire you are
in its bright orange light, which makes everything
as visible as if it were noon day, and the sun was
shining fiercely through a blood-coloured haze. You
can hear the sharp barking howl of the prairie
wolves as they rush away for the darkness, and see
the prairie hens fluttering and fluttering from place
to place, and often turning in their wild terror full
into the smoke, when they fall and perish instantly.
At last you gain a little rise and look beyond into
such a scene as nothing but a prairie fire can show.
It spreads out a sea of red smouldering ashes, going
for miles in all directions, while the deep white ridge
of flames ahead mount the slopes with awful rapidity,
and flap their heavy tongues up into the air NI ith a
hoarse roaring noise that fills you with astonishment
and almost terror. Hour after hour you will stand,
fascinated with the terrible beauties of the scene, as
the mass of red sultry ruins grows and grows each
minute, till your eyes are pained and heated with
its angry glare and you almost dread the grand,
fierce sheet of fire, which has swept all trace of
vegetation from the surface of the prairie. On
Monday night, when near 12 o'clock, the wind
changed a little and turned the flames nearly back
upon the ground they had already devastated, and
this at once checked their progress. On the next
clay, however, they sprang up afresh and raged
faster and faster than before, and the whole extent
of prairie east of Dwight was hidden under such a
dense cloud of yellow smoke as I never saw before.
This day the Prince went to a place called Stuart's
Grove, a shrubbery on the border of the prairie some
20 miles from Dwight and a celebrated cover for
quail. Here the Royal party remained shooting all
day, and the Prince confirmed the reputation he
had gained on the prairie of being the best shot of
the whole party. For his age his Royal Highness
is said to be one of the best sporting shots in Eng-
land, and certainly the skill with which he knocked
over the quail astonished the prairie sportsmen who
were with him. There were 95 brace of game bagged
this day, 28 of which, with some rabbits and plover
and a brace of prairie hens, fell to the Prince'. sun.
ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI, SEPT. 26.

His Royal Highness and suite have just arrived
here from Dwight. They will remain here this night
and to-morrow, starting for Cincinnati on the morn-
ing of the 28th. I have not now time to chronicle
any of the events of this day's trip ; indeed, it is
even doubtful whether this letter will reach New
York in time for the mail of the 29th. I must there-
fore postpone my account of this day's doings, and,
what I think will be of equal interest to your
readers, some account of the agricultural value and
resources of prairie land, till the next mail.

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

NEWMARKET SECOND OCTOBER MEETING.

FRIDAY.

Selling Handicap of 10 sovs each, 5 ft, the winner to be
sold for 100 sovs, &e. R. A. One mile 17 yards. 9
subs.

Captain Little's Romsey, 4 yrs, 7st (T. French) 1
Mr. H. S. Hunt's Miss Digby, 4 yrs, 7st 111 b (Challoner) 2
Mr. Copperthwaite's Zingari, 3 yrs, 7st 71b (G. Fordham) 3
Hegira, Annan, and Golden Rule also ran.

Betting-5 to 2 agst Miss Digby, 4to 1 each agst Zin-
gari and Hegira, 5 to Lagst Golden Rule, 6 to 1 agst Rem-
sey. Hegira made play, followed by Miss Digby and
Romsey, the three running in this order until entering the
cords, where Romney came out and ran home an easy win-
ner by four lengths ; three-quarters of a length between
second and third.

Handicap Sweepstakes of 15 sovs each, 10 ft, for 2 and
3-yr-olds. T.Y.C. Five furlongs 140 yards. 15 subs.

Lord W. Powlett's Sir Hugh, 3 yrs, 7st 21b (Bray) 1
Captain Beresford's Oliver, 3 yrs, 7st 91b (G. Fordham) 2
Mr. W. Etwall's Lady Clare, 2 yrs, 6st 51b (Mills) 3
The following also ran :—Professor, The Don, Sparta,
Parmesan, Caliban, Sweet Hawthorn, Ratlagoom,Weather-
witch, Rosary filly.

Betting-3 to 1 agst Oliver, 6to 1 (at first 4to 1) agsl
Sir Hugh, 6 to 1 each agst Caliban and Ratlagoom, 10 to

each agst Lady Clare and Sweet Hawthorn, 100 to 7 agst
The Don. Caliban jumped off with the lead, closely waited
upon by Sir Hugh, Oliver and Weatherwitch the next two.
Nearing home Caliban fell back, and Sir Hugh took up the
running, winning, after a good race, by half a length ; a
length between the second and third ; Caliban as fourth,
Parmesan and Sweet Hawthorn next, the two last being
Professor and The Don.

Match, 200 h ft. T.Y.C. Five furlongs 140 yards.
Lord Coventry's Postage, Bst 41b (L. Snowden) 1
Count Batthyany's Pergus, Bst 71b (Wells) 2
Betting-2 to lon Pergus. Pergus was in front until
within a few strides of the chair, where Snowden calling
upon Postage, the latter won by two lengths.
The Prendergast Stakes of 50 soya each, h ft, for 2-yr-o ds;
colts, Bst 71b; fillies, Bst 51b ; extra weights for winners.
T.Y.C. Five furlongs 140 yards. 26 subs.
Mr. Gratwicke's Preceptress, Bst 51b.... (G. Fordham) 1
Mr. Merry's Phemy colt, Bst 101 b (inc 31b ex.) (Custance) 2
Lord Exeter's Barb Pigeon, Bst 71b (Aldcroft) 3
Diophantus and Lady Evelyn colt also ran
Betting-7 to 4 agst the Phemy colt, 2to 1 agst Diophan-

tus, 4 to 1 agst Barb Pigeon, 7 to 1 agst Preceptress. Pre-
coptress was in front throughout, waited upon until enter-
ing the cords by Barb Pigeon, where the latter was beaten,
and the Phemy colt took second place, Preceptress going
on and winning by a neck ; three lengths between the
second and third.

Handicap Sweepstakes of 20 sovs each, and only 5 ft if de-
clared, to go to the second. T.Y.C. Five furlongs 140
yards. (12 subs, 6of whom pay 5 sovs ft.)
Mr. Copperthwaite's Twilight, 4 yrs, 9st..(G. Fordham) 1
Mr. W. S. S. Crawfurd's Tight Fit, 4 yrs, 7st 51b
(M . Bottom) 2
Mr. Gratwicke's Her Highness, 3 yrs, 6st 91b (J. Daley) 3
Vulture, Narcissus, and Oliver also ran.
Betting-5 to 2 agst Vulture, 3to 1 agst Twilight, sto

1 agst Tight Fit, 6to 1 agst Narcissus. Oliver made run-
ning, followed by Her Highness for about a quarter of a
mile, when Twilight went to the front with Tight-fit in
pursuit, the colt failing to head Twilight, who won by a
length and a half; Vulture finished a good fourth.
Sweepstakes of 10 sovs each, for two-yr-olds; colts, Bst
71b ; fillies, Bst 51b ; the winner to be sold for 50 sovs if
demanded, &c. ; if for 40 allowed 31b. First half of Ab,
M. Three furlongs 215 yards. (7 subs.)
Mr. T. Hughes's Ladylike (£4O), Bst 21b (Hughes) 1
Lord Chesterfield na Maybell filly (£4O), Bst 21b

" (Fordham) 2
Mr. Copperthwaite's Bewitching Fanny (late Pretty
Rosa (L4O), Bst 21b (L. Snowden) 3
The following also ran :—Ruby, Conundrum, Yafa filly,
and lambic.
Betting-2 to 1 agst Conundrum, 3to 1 agst the Yafa
filly, 4to 1 agst Ruby, 6 to 1 agst Ladylike. Won by a
head ; a length between the second and third.
Sweepstakes of 10 sous each, for 2-year-olds ; colts, Bst 71b ;
fillies, Bst 41b. The winner to be sold for 150 soya if
demanded, &c. Last half of Al). M. (3 furlongs 217
yards.) 7 subs.
Mr. S. Smith's Miss Fanny, Bst 41b .. (Charlton) 1
Sir J. Hawley's Polyolbion, Bst 41b (Challoner) 2
Mr. R. Ten Broeck's Bayard, Bst 71b.... (G. Fordham) 3
The following also ran :—Southport and Wee Polly.
Betting-2 to 1 agst Polyolbion, 3to 1 agst Miss Fanny,
4 to 1 agst Bayard, sto 1 agst Wee Polly. Won by a length;
the same between the second and third ;* half a length be-
tween the third and fourth. Miss Fanny was claimed by
Sir Joseph Hawley.
Fifty Pounds; for 3-yr-olds, 7st 12; four, Bst 121 b; five
and upwards, 9st 31b. The winner to be sold for 500
sous; if for 300 allowed 51b; if for 100, 101 b. A.F. (1
mile 2 furlongs 73 yards.)
Mr. G. Bryan's Precursor, 4 yrs, Bst 121 b (G. Fordham) 1
Mr. R. Ten Broeck's Pedlar, 3 yrs (L 100), 7st 21b
(H. Grinashaw) 2
Mr. Bentley's Rattlesnake, 3 yrs (£100), 7st 21b.. (Daly) 3
The following also ran:—The Speaker, Narcissus, Restes,
courier, and hegira.
Betting-5 to 2 agst Precursor, 4to 1 agst The Speaker,

sto 1 agst The Pedlar, 6 to 1 agst Rattlesnake, and 7to

agst Restes. The lot ran well together until reaching the
bushes, where the Pedlarshowed in advance, going on with
the running until ascending the hill, where Precursor joined
him, and won a fine race by half a length, three lengths be-
tween the second and third ; Hegira and The Speaker were
next, Courier and Restes being the last two.

Match, 200, h ft. A.F.—Lord Derby's Cape Flyaway,
Bst 41b, received forfeit from Baron Rothschild's King of
Diamonds, Bst 71b.

LATEST BETTING ON THE COURSE.

CAMBRIDGESHIRE.
4to 1 agst Dulcibella
14 to 1 agst Thunderbolt (take 15 to 1)
40 to 1 agst Gridiron (taken)
40 to 1 agst Cavriana (taken)
50 to 1 agst Ripon (taken)

TIE DERBY.
25 to 1 agst Diophantus (taken)

AYR RACES-THURSDAY.

The Caledonian Handicap of 10 sous each, h ft. Two
miles.

Mr. Carter's The Alderman, 5 yrs, Bst lib .... (Bullock) 1
Mr. Whitehead's Greta, 3 yrs, 6st 71b
Mr. J. Brown's Sweetbriar, 4 yrs, 7st 51b (Speight) 3
Mr. T. Parr's Pan, 4 yrs, Bst 121 b
Betting—Even on Sweetbriar, 7 to 4 apt Greta, 5 to 2
agst The Alderman, and 4 to 1 agst Pan.
Won, after a slashing struggle, by a short neck.
A Free Handicap of 5 sovs each, with 50 added. Once

round and a distance.

Mr. Dawson's Professor Dick, 3 yrs, Bst slb (Bullock) 1
Mr. Gray's Maggie, 4 yrs, Bst lllb
Mr. Gray's Joey Jones, 2 yrs, 7st 51b (Sinclair) 3
Lamlauder and Tousle also ran.
Betting-6 to 4 each agst Professor Dick and Lamlauder,
and 3 to 1 each agst Maggie and Joey Jones.
Won easily by a length and a half.
The Caledonian Cup of 100 sovs ; three-yr-olds, 7st; four,

Bst 21b; five, Bst 91b; six and aged, Bst 121 b. Three

miles.
Mr. W. Scott's Prologue, 3 yrs, Est 121 b (Metcalfe) 1
Mr. Forster's Underhand, 6 yrs Oat lib . . (Bullock) 2
Lord Zotland's Volatile, 4 yrs, yrs,
31b (Marchant) 3
Mr. W. Sharpe's The Friar, 4 yrs, 7st 31b .... (Madden) 0
Betting-3 to lon Underhand, 3to 1 agst Volatile, and
4to 1 each agst Prologue and The Friar. Won by a short
head. Pace a clipper " from end to end."
A Plate (Selling) of 50 soya, for all ages ; two miles.

Mr. Coxon's Certainty, 4 yrs, 7st 101 b (25 sous) (Ward) 1
Mr. Dawson's Gaylad, 3 yrs, 7st llb (L 100) (Madden) 2
Mr. H. H. O'Hara's Hemeward Bound, 3 yrs, 7st 41b
(£100) (Hibbard) 3
Spiteful Dick and Recompense also ran.

Betting-6 to 4 agst Spiteful Dick, 2to 1 agst Certainty,
and 3to 1 agst Homeward Bound. Won by a head.
The Caledonian Hunt Welter Stakes of 3 sovs each, with
25 added, for all ages ; gentlemen riders; one mile. 3
subs.

Mr. Tait's Moss Rose, 3 yrs, 9st 91b (Mr. Erskine) 1
Mr. Geo. Oliver's Gammon, 5 yrs, 12st llb (Mr. George) 2
No betting. Moss Rose made all the running, was at
one time 50 yards ahead, suffered the other to come to him
at the finish, and won by a head I A few yards further
would have afforded another instance of a race being
snatched out of the fire.

FRIDAY.

A Sweepstakes of 3 soya each, 1 ft, with 20 added. Ono

mile.

Mr. Harrison's Lady Ripon, 2 yrs, sst 41b .. (W. Buck) 1
Mr. H. 11. O'Hara's Homeward Bound, 3 yrs, Bst 21b

(Hibberd) 2
Mr. W. Sharpo's Nelia, 2 yrs, sst 71b (J. Doyle) 3

The following also ran :—Gay Lad, Malpas, Aurora,
Bloomsbury, and Joey Jones.
Betting-2 to 1 agat Aurora, 3to 1 each agst Lady
Ripon, Gay Lad, Bloomsbury, and Nelia. Won by a
length; Nelia a bad third.
The Ayrshire Handicap of 5 sovs each, 3 ft, and two only
if declared, with 50 added. One mile and a half. 18 subs.
Mr. Gray's Maggie. 4 yrs, Gst 121 b
Mr. Dawson's Professor Dick, 3 yrs, 6st 61b (W. Buck) 2
Mr. P. Brown's Sweetbriar, 4 yrs, 7st 31b (Hibbard) 3
The following also ran :—Greta, Stockton, Montrose,
Dewdrop, and Wellington.
Betting—G to 4 agst Professor Dick, 3to 1 agat Stock-
ton, 4 to 1 each agst Sweetbriar and Greta, 10 to 1 agst
Maggie. Professor Dick made the running to the dis-
tance, where Maggie took it up, and won by a length ; the
same distance between second and third.

A Plate of 50 sous given bz the Glasgow and South-
Western Railway. One mile and a half. Heats.
Mr. Dawson's Gay Lad, 3 yrs, 6st 91b (50 sovs)
(W: Buck) 3 1 1
Mr. Cozon's Certainty, 4 yrs, 7st 71b (£3O)
(Ward) 1 2dr
Mr. Jackson's Spiteful Dick 'ao-ed Bst 12 (£5O)
(Bullock) 2 dr
_ _

First heat—Won by a length. Sec and heat-rßetting, 6
to 4 on Gaylad, who won easily, and walked over for the
third heat. The whiner was not sold.
Her Majesty's Plate of 100 gs, granted to the Caledonian

Hunt ; three-yr-olds 7st Gib, four 9st, five 9st 91b, six and
aged lOst ; four miles.

Mr. W. Scott's Prologue, 3 yrs, 7st 61b (Metcalfe) 1
Mr. Forster's b h Underhand, 6 yrs, lOst (Bullock) 2
Lord Zetland's b c Vanquisher, 3 yrs, 7st 61b (Marchant) 3
Betting-6 to 4on Vanquisher, sto 4 agst Underhand,
and 2 to 1 agst Prologue.
Won by two lengths ; the same between second and
third.