MORVICH 



by His Majesty out of Burlesque, and owned 

 by William Daniel. There was a field of 

 twelve. Ah, how my heart was afire as we 

 nosed up to the barrier. If only Runstar had 

 been there. But, failing that, I would beat Red 

 Tom. And I kept an eye upon him and sidled 

 close. 



The barrier lifted. A sharp cheer, a spatter- 

 ing of handclapping, and we were off. This 

 was a race, the first of my life. It was not play. 

 There was no time now for prancing to win 

 anybody's heart. I was in a race with eleven 

 good horses. Now was my chance. And, 

 strangely enough, I seemed to hear the voice 

 of Mose, the old Negro runt of my colthood, 

 saying: "Yo's got a stout heart. Le's go." 



I went. 



In six strides I had taken the lead from 

 them all. Red Tom, the favorite, chased me 

 three furlongs, then died on his feet. He 

 finished eleventh, next to last, beaten more 

 than twenty-five lengths. Brush Boy, Dolly 



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