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great pacer.
It wasn't any easy thing. True
to a prophecy Walter C, the un
beaten pride of the Penny Stables,
sailed into view gotten up like a
trapeze ; and when he lit out with
the gong, sticks all over him, the
crowd laughed and cheered. But
Are Amm Bee, the favorite ot the
course, driven by Swinnerton to
his limit, and Mattie, the much
heralded, and Farmer. Boy, and
Toy Boy of the Thomas string, all
raced in vain after this apparition.
And when J. C. Thomas brought
him home a winner, you should
have heard them yell. Are Amm
Bee stayed with him, and outran
the Farmer Boy, driven by
Reeves. Toy Boy developed
speed none thought was in him,
but the great bank of machines
and the cheering mob, the flags
and the band, and the many horses
went to his head, and he ran
away, beyond control, and
smashed up his rigging to such
an extent that they never gave
him another trial.
Mattie the Great, the hope of
Greensboro, was last. But a wise
last. Her time had not come. In
the second flight she started be
hind, but at the bend Thomas gave
her the word, let out every shot
in the locker, and the stand was
thrilled to its feet. She went by
the rest as if they were all tied to
a post, and swept into the finish
with Walter C. second and Are
Amm Bee third.
J. C. Thomas drove Walter
C. over Mattie, cart, andt the
whole business breaking for home
on the third heat, smashed up the
gig, lit back in his seat by a mira
cle, and finished second just the
same. This was Are Amm Bee's
victory. And so they ran a fourth
time, and found out what speed
there was in the great mare. The
time 'was 2.20 for the mile and
an eighth.
here goes' and, gentlemen, she
flies."
Ridden by Batchelor she took
down the $100 purse.
The real race lay between Sam
and Travellor between Joseph
T. McCadden, Jr., of Princeton and
Nat Hurd of the Jockey Club.
Every ounce of speed, every frac
tion of a second was gotten out
of these horses, and that's all
there is about it. Hurd is the best
rider we have, and has been study-
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THE STEEPLE CHASE
We will have to hand it to Col.
Swigert's Miriam H.. It's a fine
thoroughbred performer. The
verdict of the paddock is not far
wrong, "I reckon that mare
peeraded. She romped. If she'd
had a forty-foot chain round
them other horses necks she'd
have choked 'em to death. She
gets twenty feet off from the
hurdle, and she says, Tardn'er,
ing this Travellor animal until he
may be said to have developed all
there is under his girth. The
beauty of it was to see McCaddon,
new to the course, take issue with
Sam. Sam is a good old jumper,
with plenty of fine stuff in him,
but not generally expected to
electrify the world. But he did.
Hurd won by the last frantic
jump, but the stables are still
ringing with praises of the
Princeton boy's ride. One old
hand declared, "Can he ride ?
He's a great huntsman, that fel
low. The best I ever saw."
Cameron had no chance to show
what he could do on old George.
They Hit the first barrier square,
and took a nasty-looking fall,
which fortunately broke no bones.
THE GUESTS' PURSE
Four of the hardest riders we
have had on the track lined up for
the Gentlemen's flat race, on the
favorite string from the Pinehurst
stables. Hurd rode Fay; Captain
Eglin, U. S. A., was on Chief;
Allan Loeb of New York, hot
from his victory on the tennis
tournament, was up on Crow, and
McCaddon took his chance on
George C. It was a mile dash,
best two out of three heats. Hurd
took the first heat with the Cap
tain thundering at his heels. Loeb
drove Crow home in the lead on
the second, with the Captain still
only a handsbreadth behind. The
final race was spirited travelling,
with a Cossack finish, Crow still
carrying the winning colors, and
the Captain still one jump behind.
McCaddon, for all his riding,
which was the remark of all the
jockeys present, couldn't place
George in either heat.
A SURPRISE
Judged by the element of pure
speed, and finished riding, the best
performance of the day, and a
delight to the horseman's eye,
was the thoroughbred race be
tween Chase and Kittron. Batch-
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