CRESCEUS, 2:02V4 



ceus is being pushed. He is shining with sweat, his 

 nostrils are widely distended, but his eye is bright and 

 he comes grandly on like a gladiator. And the stride, 

 the stride of him ! He seems to labor a bit as he nears 

 the finish but he does not falter. He is not the falter- 

 ing kind. 2 :o6 flashes out from the timer's stand for 

 the second time. Well done, well done, Cresceus ! 

 That long, low stride of yours, your perfect steadiness, 

 your splendid courage — you are the best horse of your 

 kind in the world. 



The race has passed into history. But four stal- 

 lions started ; as one was distanced, but three finished 

 the battle ; yet it was the greatest race ever engaged 

 in by stallions. The time — 2 '.O/h 2 :o6, 2 :o6 — was far 

 below the best ever before made in three consecutive 

 heats by a trotting stallion. 



