MORVICH 



have it in you to win." 



Up to that time not much attention had been 

 paid us colts. And, though shghts had been 

 put upon me because of my awkward appear- 

 ance, yet there had been no great distinaion 

 made, for instance, between Runstar and my- 

 self. Now, however, I was to feel the iron 

 enter into my soul. Ah, you laugh at that. 

 But, believe me, my friends, when you see us 

 horses come up to the barrier and flash away, 

 and circle that track, you see something more 

 than machines. You see the most perfea of 

 living mechanisms, actuated by indomitable 

 will. I have seen the gamesters leaning over 

 the rail, avarice, greed, despair in their eyes as 

 we flash by, and if they have souls, why not we? 



Now that I was a yearling my dark hour 

 really began. For when I was taken out with 

 Runstar and the other yearlings, and the trainer 

 ran his hands over my legs and chest, my 

 shoulders and neck, he snorted with disgust. 



"Well, you can't expect to get a real horse 



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