Running Recollections and How to Train

than waiting ina dismal hole like Kainford, andaccordingly two of the party set out to look for a conveyance. In about an hour, which time the rest of us spent in playing "Tip-it" in a little public which smelt horriblyof candle grease, they returned with a waggonette which had seen many summers, and appeared to be on its last legs, as, indeed, did the animal harnessed thereunto, which, our emissaries said,they were told was a horse. This antediluvian structure was intended to hold five, and there were eight of us, with luggage. I don't liketo think about that journey ;to make matters worse, it rained the wholetwo hours which we took to accomplish the seven miles. Twice the crowdhad to get out of the crazy old conveyance and help the wheezy old bag of bones to extricate it froma rut. All things come to an end sooner or later, and this journey toWigan was no exception, although it was a miserably wet and dejected looking crew that entered the Victoria Hotel that memorable Good Friday in quest of dinner and sundry hot drinks. While dinner was preparing, Duckworth and I paid a visit to the West End Grounds, where I tried to run the stiffness out of my legs. The attemptproved anything but success- fid, and in a very melancholy mood, and withmany railings against fortune,we returned to the hotel. We were lucky to get a train from Wigan at two o'clock ; but asthe sweep was advertised for 3.30, we had very little time to spare. We put up for the afternoon at " Sonny" Morton's, then in Chapel Street, Salford, andI went straight to bed upon our arrival. Only half-an-hour's restwas allowed me, and Iwas rubbed down and hustledon tothe ground in double quick time. Four other competitors toed the mark upon that occasion, and they were : Harper, onscratch ;Shepherd, ofRochdale, 5^ ; Hardman, of Manchester, 8 ; and Briggs, of Pendleton, 9. My mark was IJ-. I may be wrong as to the exact