Running Recollections and How to Train

48 before I could run. Sometimes a thaw would come, and then 1 had the pleasure of running over my ankles in slush. I arrived in Boltoii, accompanied by Bill Harvey (who was training me), and a friend, Mr. Shankland, of Granton Hotel. Mr. Shankland was putting down half the stake money for this affair, while 1 was finding the other half. Harvey putup at the Saddle Hotel, while Mr. Shankland and myself were entertained by some friends in the Chorley New-road, Bolton. The track was in a frightful state with half-melted snow,and scarcely fitto run on, but a gang of men, working night and day, got it into something like condition before the time arranged for the start. Bredin won the toss, but chose the outside, philosophically remarking that 1 would soon have the inside at any rate. He was not far wrong, as I was leading by three yards in the first ten. I rattled off' the first 300 yards in 32 seconds, Bredin followingsix yards behind,but running full of power with that long, sweeping stride that neverseems to tire. I was beginning to have enough of it before the straight was reached, but heaved a sigh of relief when I recollected that it wasonly 40 yards from the last corner to the worsted. I struggled home about two yards in front, " beat" to the world. I got to the " stripping box " somehow, and after an hour or so felt none the worse. The time w T as 44 4-5, which, considering the state of the track, speaks for itself.