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pole again, I called upon Kemble, and trotted the second 

 mile in 2m. 39s. The third mile was an easy one for the 

 stallion. He did it in 2m. 44s., and so won the heat with 

 ease in 8m. 04f s. Kemhle never was headed but once in 

 the race, and that was by lola and Pet when they got the 

 best of the last start. He made no break throughout ; and 

 he was such a capital horse that day, that I know I could 

 have beat eight minutes with him in both heats, if it had 

 been necessary for me to do so. I never touched him with 

 the whip, nor spoke to him ; and he trotted away as lively 

 with the great weight as if he had been going only in a 

 sulky. Everybody was satisfied, and everybody but the 

 heavy losers pleased. Even the latter professed no regret 

 for the result ; and yet more money had changed hands than 

 was ever laid on any other trot. Kemble Jackson had done 

 his work so well, and had won it in such grand, command- 

 ing style, that those who laid and lost against him, in com- 

 mon with the great body of the people, loudly proclaimed 

 their delight at having been present to see such a perform- 

 ance. The owners and trainers of the other horses were 

 also well satisfied; for, though beaten, O'Blenis, Boston 

 Girl, Pet, lola, and Honest John had done well. They 

 came in at the end of the second heat in the order named ; 

 and though neither of them won, they all beat their trials. 

 The fact was, that Kemble Jackson had come out in such 

 an extraordinary manner as to upset all outside calculations, 

 and set at defiance all speculations drawn from his previous 

 performances. He proved himself a stallion that day en- 

 tirely worthy of his sire, the renowned Andrew Jackson ; 

 and I think it was a misfortune that he lived but a very 

 short time after the race. A few days subsequent to the 

 trot, he left my stable for the Bed House, Harlem, where 

 he stood to cover ; and in the course of two or three weeks 

 he died there of rupture. 



One of the best weight-pullers that I have ever known is 

 Mr. Bonner's chestnut mare Lady Palmer ; and his gray 



