. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. TWENTY-FOUR 3E SAN FRANC! >CO, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17,1892. The Sailor's Old Trotter, BY REV. E. W. PEEBLE. Tow him away, lads, he's naught but a wreck. A battered old hull iu the trough of the sea; Yet I mind me the time when a fine clipper steed. He would leave the whole fleet well abaft and to lee; Close-hauled or free-wind he would speed like a shot, With a bone in his mouth and a flashing of spray ; And he never let up. he knew nothing but trot, But tow him away, lads, tow him away. Take him over the hill somewhere out of my sight. Let him never
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. TWENTY-FOUR 3E SAN FRANC! >CO, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17,1892. The Sailor's Old Trotter, BY REV. E. W. PEEBLE. Tow him away, lads, he's naught but a wreck. A battered old hull iu the trough of the sea; Yet I mind me the time when a fine clipper steed. He would leave the whole fleet well abaft and to lee; Close-hauled or free-wind he would speed like a shot, With a bone in his mouth and a flashing of spray ; And he never let up. he knew nothing but trot, But tow him away, lads, tow him away. Take him over the hill somewhere out of my sight. Let him never come back—let him suffer no more ; Don't tell me what happens—save he's gone to his rest. Like a hero who sleeps when his warfare is o'er; For a hero be was, and he went to the fight. With fire-blazing eyes—seeming glad of the fray ; And he trod down the foe in his swift'limbed Bight, Bat tow him away, lads, tow him away. O. wasn't he grand that day on the course. When the whole kit and boodle set sail for his plume : When they stole weather gauge in his winning third beat, 0. wasn't he grand when he squared out his boom! Coming down to the wire they were going like Tnad, And right through the leaders was plowing my bay When the rein broke square off- -but he won it, begad. But tow him away, lads, tow him away. Yes. with rein flying loose, and his driverjnst dazed. Foam-white in the sulky—he flew through the crowd: And he never once swerved, but went straight as a die. Ah, he was a horse to do any man proud. He had cable to spare and he paid out the scope. Iu a mighty free-handed sort of a way: But man or horse, bovs. there's an end to the rope. So tow him away, lada, tow him away. Lessons of the Season. BY HISTORIC!/?. The almost inconceivably rapid manner in which fast re- cords have succeeded each other during the present season has not enabled even the most philosophical followers of the trot- ting turf the time they ought to have to duly digest them. Like a dazzlin
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