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strong, steady pull on his horse from the start, while the secretary 

 was disposed to hurry the pace. Thus they went, side by side, for 

 about three quarters of a mile, when the great raking stride of the 

 Leviathan began to tell on the little grey, and the secretary did not 

 appear disposed to hurry the pace any more. Soon after they en- 

 tered on the second mile Mr. Peyton began to discover the Chilian 

 was in trouble, and instead of hurrying the pace he was laboring 

 hard to maintain it at the present rate. After half a mile spent in 

 breaking the heart of the little grey, by coaxing him to his best 

 efforts, and yet unavailing, Mr. Peyton began to let his horse extend 

 himself gradually, and after a number of desperate efforts had been 

 renewed, over and over again, by the secretary, to keep up, Mr. 

 Peyton let his horse open to a full, running gait, listening for the 

 footsteps of the little grey, that he might know the effect of this 

 diplomacy upon him. He could distinctly hear the lash of the 

 secretary, and a suppressed oath occasionally, but the sounds of 

 the footsteps became less and less distinct, till, at the completion 

 of the second mile, he looked around to see where his adversary was, 

 and as his eye fell upon him, he was pulling up his horse dead beaten. 

 As soon as the secretary saw Mr. Peyton looking at him he dropped 

 all diplomatic courtesy, and rising in his stirrups and shaking his 

 fist at him fiercely, he shouted at the top of his voice, 'You go to 

 h I.' Mr. Peyton galloped on the remaining two miles. The 

 foreigners and sailors cheered most vociferously. The Chilians were 

 so greatly astonished they were speechless for a time, and all Chili 

 was bankrupt." 



This article, first printed in Wallace s Monthly, late in 

 1875 <> r early in 1876, was reprinted in The Rural Sun 

 of Nashville, Feb. 17, 1876, from which paper the writer 

 has copied it through the courtesy of Capt. B. M. Hord. 

 Capt. Hord, then editor of The Rural Sun, called Pey- 

 ton's attention to the article after its re-publication in 

 The Sun, and Peyton stated to him that it was correct. 

 If it had not been correct it is certain that Peyton, 

 who did not hesitate to challenge the statement of 

 a lifelong friend about a youthful escapade of 40 years 

 gone by, would have had something to say of a man 

 who, after accepting his hospitalities, had written falsely 



