THE AMERICAN THOROUGH-BRED. Ill 



contested heat race ; the winner was a mare of Mr. 

 San-ford's, called Nanny Butler ; she was an un- 

 commonly well-put-together undersized nag, but 

 with the most unsightly height of withers ; five 

 heats had to be run before the race was decided. 

 The mare was ridden by a well-known veteran 

 jockey, black as my hat ; his reputation was great, 

 and that day proved not without reason ; still a 

 good jockey can't land a bad mount first, although 

 a good jockey can materially assist a good horse. 

 At the start, the odds were heavy against her, and 

 when she was declared winner, not the mare, but 

 the rider, got the credit from the shrewd public. 

 Why not have divided the praise ? But such is too 

 frequently the way of the world. Now, if Nanny 

 had been run to death or I will say had done the 

 work of Achievement in her two-year old form is 

 it reasonable to suppose that she would have gamely 

 and uninjured finished as winner the last and fifth 

 heat of a two-mile-heat race ? 



I was in New York when the beautiful Jerome 

 Park race-course was to be opened. Kentucky was 

 then the acknowledged crack of Eastern stables, 

 but away south of the Ohio River was his half- 

 brother, both being sons of the famous Lexington. 



