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a^l our battles and ever since I have had the warmest 

 friendship for Eudd Doble, and he has done me many 

 a kindness that is not forgotten. ^Ye have too few 

 Budd Dobles on the turf. He is an honest and up- 

 right gentleman m the sulky and out, and no better 

 driver ever pulled rein over a horse. 



Xow I have had my say about the sensational race 

 of 1ST6, and I am sure the following condensation of a 

 description written by that brilliant writer S. T. Harris, 

 in Wallace's Jlont/di/, will be a treat to the readers of 

 this book. Few men wield a pen so gracefullv as "S. 

 T. H.," and I feel that this, one of his best descriptive 

 articles, deserves a place here : 



" The writer had taken the night train from Cincin- 

 nati on the evening before to see this mighty contest, 

 which the victory of Smuggler over Judge Fullerton in 

 2:17, at Belmont Park a few days before, gave promise 

 would be memorable in trotting annals. 



"The train reached Cleveland in tlie morning twi- 

 light, just in time to enable us to repair to the track to 

 witness the great horses taking their early exercise on 

 the half-mile course of the agi'icultural department of 

 the fair-grounds. 



" Standing at the head of the stretch, we had a fine 

 forehanded view of the great concourse of trotting- 

 horses entered for the races. First came Charley 

 Green, behind Lucille Golddust, whose speed and en- 

 durance are both severely taxed by the wide, clawing 

 action of her front feet; and then the white face of 

 Judge Fullerton, piloted by Dan Mace, a genius in the 

 sulky and an idiot out of it, came in sight, plodding 

 along with that high, violent, plunging, forward move- 



