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In the year 1853, the horse Kentucky Prince was 

 matched in two ten-mile races against Hero the pacer, in 

 harness, and placed in my hands by Mr. E-. Ten Broeck to 

 be prepared. Prince was a chestnut with one white heel, 

 and very nearly thoroughbred if not quite. He was by 

 Woodpecker out of a mare by imp. Sarpedon ; which horse 

 also got Alice Carneal, the dam of Lexington and the mare 

 that was the dam of Lady Palmer. Prince showed his 

 breeding in every point but his lop ears, in which he was 

 like the Melbournes in England. He took his work well, 

 and a great amount of it. The first race came off on the 

 Centreville Course on the 1st .of November. It was for 

 $5,000 a side, in harness, drivers to w r eigh 165 pounds. Mr. 

 Joseph Hall matched Hero, and Spicer drove him. Prior 

 to the start, Mr. Ten Broeck, who was then and still is a 

 very good judge in such matters, advised me to trail, and 

 let Hero make his own pace until the end of the seventh 

 mile, believing that the last three miles would do to cut 

 down Hero's speed. But I replied, that his speed was very 

 great, he having gone a mile in 2.18^, and that it would be 

 better to take the starch out of him to a considerable 

 extent earlier in the race. I did not then suppose that he 

 would make the pace quite as good as he did from the start ; 

 but I was convinced, that, if he did so, it would be my best 

 policy to keep it good. Mr. Ten Broeck, however, adhered 

 to his opinion ; and, at starting, I set out to conform to it. 

 The pacer took the lead, and made the first mile in 2.44. 

 The next was still better, 2.36 ; and the third, 2.33f This 

 was pretty hot for the distance we had to go, and I lay well 

 behind. In the last quarter of the third mile, I saw indi- 

 cations that the pacer was going to slacken his speed ; and I 

 felt like pulling out and making him keep it up, or there- 

 abouts, for fear that I should slip by and take the track. 

 If I merely lay in his wake for four miles, he could go as 

 slow as he pleased, and have three miles of fast work in for 

 the end. Half way up the stretch stood Mr. McMann, a 



