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this point; but Smuggler gained on the Maid inch 

 by inch, and finally dashed under the wire, three 

 quarters of a length in advance, amid tumultous ap- 

 plause. Time, 2.16J. "The scene which followed," 

 says a contemporary and graphic report in the 

 Turf, Field, and Farm, " is indescribable An elec- 

 trical wave swept over the vast assembly, and men 

 swung their hats and shouted themselves hoarse, 

 while the ladies snapped fans and parasols and 

 burst their kid gloves in an endeavor to get rid of 

 the storm of emotion. The police vainly tried to 

 keep the quarter stretch clear. The multitude poured 

 through the gates, and Smuggler returned to the 

 stand through a narrow lane of humanity, which 

 closed as he advanced. Doble was ashy pale, and 

 the grand mare who had scored so many victories 

 stood with trembling flanks and head down. Her 

 attitude seemed to say, { I have done my best, but 

 am forced to resign the crown.'" 



"During the intermission," according to the same 

 account, "the stallion was the object of the greatest 

 scrutiny. So great was the press that it was difficult 

 to obtain breathing-room for him. He appeared fresh, 

 and ate eagerly of the small bunch of hay which was 

 presented to him by his trainer after he had cooled 

 off. It was manifest that the fast work had not de- 

 stroyed his appetite. The betting now changed, for 

 it was seen that the Maid was tired." 



The race, however, was not over yet. Smuggler 

 had two heats to win before victory would be his, 

 whereas Goldsmith Maid needed only one more. She 

 was leg- weary, to be sure, but then she could be 

 counted on to make a humanly sagacious use of her 



