Echoes of the Hunting Horn 



neck, a length, away in front ... he wins, the post. 

 He's won ! Won the Grand National ! 



What matter if one did not have him backed. He 

 made a magnificent race. A terrific finish. A memo- 

 rable Grand National. And as you unclench your fists 

 off your once respectable but now ruined soft hat, an 

 unmistakably Irish voice cries with hoarse but adorable 

 emphasis : " Sure I knew he could do it ! Sure the 

 first day he threw a jump at Jamesy Mack's anyone 

 could see he was the makings of a National horse ! " 



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