The life of a racehorse . ke the running for me, and cut out the workat the severest pace he could accomplish it in as long ashis steel lassted. In company with my pioneer, who was ledin advance, I entered a place called the Warren, in whichthe horses intended for the post Avere then taking a preliminarywalk. With head erect, and a proud, disdainful bearing, Iglanced around at my competitors, and boastfully felt I couldpull over them with ease—ay, from the start to the finish. Acrov/d began to gather about me from the moment I quittedthe stable; but no sooner was I in the Warren than a denseth
The life of a racehorse . ke the running for me, and cut out the workat the severest pace he could accomplish it in as long ashis steel lassted. In company with my pioneer, who was ledin advance, I entered a place called the Warren, in whichthe horses intended for the post Avere then taking a preliminarywalk. With head erect, and a proud, disdainful bearing, Iglanced around at my competitors, and boastfully felt I couldpull over them with ease—ay, from the start to the finish. Acrov/d began to gather about me from the moment I quittedthe stable; but no sooner was I in the Warren than a densethrong pushed, squeezed, and elbowed each other with littleceremony in then- anxiety to get a glimpse at the crack. Ican see them novr rudely thrusting each other aside, withstaring, blood-shot eyes, and their haggard faces cramped andlined with intense excitement. Upon my effort, perhaps,depended their very lives, or something more dear to manythan even life itself. What do you think of him, my lord 1 inquired ft little,. THE BLUE RIBAND. 65 dark man, witli a hooked nose; and possessing the strongly-marked attributes of one belonging to the house of Israel. Too good for your book, responded a tall, aristocratic-looking bystander, who, in a subsequent Derby, now long sincerun for, but rendered memorable from the attempted fraudattending the result, cleared the turf of the most ignoble setof blacklegs that ever ventured within the precincts of thering. Vill he vin ? rejoined the Jew with his restless, suspicionseyes glancing from the handsome features of the Napoleon ofthe turf to me. I think so, was the answer, in a cool, decided manner,conveying anything but an apparently gratifying impressionupon the mind of the questioner. S help me,—if he does, returned he, I dont knowTheres all the monish to come from! Vhy, the Bank of Eng-land couldnt pay it! The bell now rang for saddling, and, as if desirous ofshowing as soon as possible the perfection of condition intowhich he had br
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