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to say that they all looked hard as nails, and fit to run 

 for their lives. Lord Lonsdale had thought if it were 

 worth doing at all, it was worth while doing well, and 

 had taken the greatest trouble that nothing should be 

 wanting to make a record that should occupy a niche in 

 the temple of fame. As far as we, in our humble 

 opinion, could judge, success had most deservedly 

 crowned his efforts, and, look where he might, not a flaw 

 or hitch could be seen in either horses, harness, vehicles 

 or arrangements. 



' Walking down the road with the easy swinging gait 

 of the thoroughbred, is that speedy horse Warpaint, and 

 he is harnessed to a racing waggon, lent by Mr Fox of 

 New York. Next come a pair of American trotters, 

 that have done a very respectable record ere they crossed 

 the Atlantic ; but we shall see to-day that they can 

 gallop as well as trot. The machine that glides smoothly 

 behind them is an ordinary road waggon, lent by the 

 Marquis of Cholmondeley. Then, drawing a char-d-banc^ 

 the four-in-hand trot jauntily by ; blood-like leaders 

 and wheelers that look capable of carrying 14 stone 

 in the front rank to hounds. Last of all comes a hog- 

 maned, hunter-like chestnut, carrying the postillion's 

 saddle, and alongside of him is a brown mare which, we 

 understand, is Violetta, an animal that was lately racing in 

 France; they are drawing a buggy that was specially made 

 for the purpose by the Henney Company of Illinois. 



' But we must hurry to the scene of operations, or we 

 shall miss some of the fun. A three-mile drive brings 

 us to where a crowd of people are standing about in the 

 snow and the slush, with an air of eager expectancy 

 written on their faces. On each side of the road two 

 little blue and yellow flags flutter gail)' in the breeze, 



