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highest fame as a trainer. They had hardly passed 

 through their shower of applause, when Bodine, the 

 splendid son of Volunteer, renewed the greetings. But 

 when Smuggler jogged through the gates, and some 

 one exclaimed, 'There comes Smuggler!' the entire 

 assemblage rose to their feet with round after round of 

 deafening plaudits to the cham]Hon from the land- 

 ocean prairies of Kansas. Neither the horse nor his 

 trainer, Marvin, paid any more attention to the en- 

 thusiastic greetings than if they had been born both 

 deaf and blind. The main facts in the history of the 

 horse seemed to be familiar even to the ladies in the 

 vast assemblage. 



" When the places were assigned, FuUerton had the 

 pole, Goldsmith ]VEaid next, then Lucille Golddust, with 

 Bodine fourth, and Smuggler, at the greatest disadvan- 

 tage, on the outside. 



*'Two false attempts, and they were sent off with a 

 beautiful start for all, except Smuggler, whose power- 

 ful action had not yet acquired sufficient space to attain 

 its full speed. Before the first turn was reached, Ful- 

 lerton had indulged in one of his provokingly slow 

 breaks, and Goldsmith Maid had quickly taken his 

 place at the pole as the leader. Bodine had rapidly 

 trotted up into the second ]:>lace, and, strange to say, 

 Smuggler was close to his wheel, while Lucille Gold- 

 dust was five lengths in the rear, and Fullerton fully 

 fifteen lengths behind. At the quarter-pole, Goldsmith 

 Maid had a fine lead. She fairly flew over the back- 

 stretch, but Smuggler was coming on to her very fast. 

 He outfooted Bodine, and was second at the half-mile 

 pole. From that place to the head of the last quarter. 



