Charles Peace, or The Adventures of a Notorious BurglarAnonymous
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Charles Peace, or The Adventures of a Notorious Burglar
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Burglars -- England -- London -- Biography; Murderers -- England -- London -- Biography; Peace, Charles Frederick, 1832-1879
“I understood, however, that horse-racing, steeple-chasing, and dog
fighting were the main subjects of their discourse.
“‘You give a rare account of the aristocracy,’ said Peace.
“‘I’ve had pretty much to do with them,’ returned the gipsy. ‘Well,
the first night I went to bed in my lord’s house I couldn’t sleep a
wink, the bed was so soft and uncomfortable. I got up early, and
cleaned out the kennel. About eleven o’clock my lord and his friends
came down the yard.
“‘Well,’ ses he, ‘have you had a look at the stud yet?’
“‘No, my lord,’ says I; ‘your chaps wouldn’t like that.’
“‘They’ll have to learn better manners,’ said my lord. He then had ’em
all turned out――eight or nine on ’em there were. ‘Harkye,’ said he to
the men, ‘this is my training groom,’ pointing to me; ‘so for the
future attend to his orders as coming from me. Put up the bar, and
bring out Redfern, Curband, and Beeswing. We are going to have some
leaping. Now,’ he said, addressing himself to me; ‘there will be some
crack steeple horses here presently, and you must see what you can do
with them. Jump up, and give these a breathing before the others
arrive. Have the saddle put on which you like.’
“‘I don’t want a saddle, my lord,’ ses I; and up I jumped on a grey
horse, named Custard, as I afterwards learnt.
“After I had made a few leaps, I placed shillings between my knees and
the ’oss’s sides, and the same under my seat, and to their
astonishment cleared the bar without displacing them.
“My lord was evidently delighted. He drew me on one side, out of
earshot of the rest, and said, in a whisper, ‘You shall be my
steeple-race jockey, but mind, don’t show all you can do at present.’
“‘All right,’ says I.
“‘I had no idea Custard could do so much till you rode him.’
“‘Why, my lord,’ said I, ‘I knowed the grey horse when a baby. I could
win all the steeplechases in the country with him.’”
“Why, how came you to know the horse?” inquired Peace.
The gipsy looked at the questioner with one eye only.
“Why, Lord bless us,” he answered, with a merry twinkle in his eye,
“father and I knowed every ’oss as was worth knowing in every country
we travelled in, and got money by carrying information about ’em from
place to place.
“Well, a great race was to come off soon after this. My lord had taken
the field twenty to one over and over ag’in against Custard for the
steeplechase which was to be run on the following week, so he stood to
win eight thousand if I could bring Custard in a winner, and that I
felt I could make sure of.
“But I must tell you, however, that my lord and I, after being so
nutty upon one another, all of a sudden on this morning began to
wrangle. First he began teaching me how to ride. Well, I couldn’t
stand that nohow.
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