MORVICH 



and I yearned to try my mettle against the 

 stars. Ah, if I could only match myself against 

 Runstar, that pride of the stables where my 

 colthood was spent, that picture horse upon 

 whom was lavished every care, while I went 

 unregarded! 



The chance was to come, but not yet. 



Meanwhile my race in the Greenfield Stakes 

 had made a strong impression upon a man who 

 never before had owned a horse. This was 

 Benjamin Block, my present owner, who always 

 had been interested in racing, but merely as a 

 spectator. He bought a half interest in me 

 from Mr. Burlew, and later acquired full con- 

 trol, retaining Mr. Burlew as trainer. 



I have heard him say he was attracted to me 

 by the way in which I ran the Greenfield. On 

 a slow track, I dashed to the front after being 

 beaten away from the barrier, and won by five 

 lengths from a speedy field, just galloping at 

 the end. 



"I have always wanted to own a horse," I 



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