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injustice done him. He however concluded to run Walk, 

 giving his half brother 2 1 pounds advantage in weight. 



Walk had the speed of Blucher, and when the drum 

 tapped took the track with Blucher at his side, and these 

 two game Archys ran locked through the heat, Walk 

 winning by half a length. 



The second heat was a repetition of the first, and never 

 was a more tremendous struggle witnessed on a race 

 course a blanket would have covered the horses from 

 the tap of the drum to the close of the race. 



Any man who has watched a favorite horse winning a 

 race, out of the fire and blue blazes at that, can appreciate 

 Uncle Berry's feelings during the terrible struggle. 



The horses swung into the quarter stretch the eighth 

 and last mile and Uncle Berry, seeing the sorrel face of 

 his old favorite ahead, cried out at the top of his voice, 

 "Come home, Walk, come home! Your master wants 

 money and that badly!" 



After the race he expressed his opinion of the club in 

 no measured terms. Though habitually polite and respect- 

 ful, particularly toward the authorities of a Jockey Club, 

 he was a man of undaunted courage and ready to resist 

 oppression irrespective of consequences; but his friends 

 interposed and persuaded him to let the matter pass. 



When he reached the stables the horses were being 

 prepared for their night's rest, and he made them each 

 an address. 



"Jo," he said to a Pacolet colt named Jo Doan that 

 had lost his stake in slow time, "you won't do to tie to. 

 I've always done a good part by you. I salted you out of 

 my hand while you sucked your mammy; you know what 

 you promised me before we left home (alluding to a trial 

 run) and now you have thrown me off among strangers." 



And he passed on, complaining of the other colts. 



