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heats is much in vogue ; no bad one, let me say, 

 for proving endurance ; and here again I was much 

 pleased with the gameness with which the con- 

 testants always re-assembled. At Seacaucus, near 

 New York, there is a bi-annual meeting ; the estab- 

 lishment is superintended by a most hospitable, 

 kind-hearted old Virginian, whose heart is in his 

 work. I attended one of the meetings here, in. 

 which a son of Knight of St. George won a heat 

 race ; it was so closely contested, and so gamely 

 finished, that it even now warms my blood while I 

 write of it. The winner was a dark bay, wonder- 

 fully compact in build, with a few gray hairs at the 

 setting on of the tail, so common a mark of many 

 of his family. What a charger, I thought to my- 

 self, he would make ; nor do I believe I was 

 far wrong. That day this horse proved himself a 

 good one at long distances, and in heats, but he has 

 also made his mile in one minute and forty-six 

 seconds reliable time. Now, this horse, Knight- 

 hood by name, if I remember correctly, had not 

 been galloped off his feet when a two-year old, or 

 he never could have undergone successfully the 

 trial he endured on the occasion mentioned. At 

 Paterson, New Jersey, I witnessed another closely 



