MORVICH 



the family in which I had been the ugly 

 duckling. 



There were other good horses against me 

 for this race carried a purse of $34,000. Kai- 

 Sang was in again and I must not neglea to 

 identify him as the pride of Mr. Harry Sinclair's 

 Rancocas stables and a fine horse. And there 

 were Bunting and Whiskaway from the 

 Whitney stables; Sunreigh, the Kilmer stable 

 pet; Violinist, Mr. Bud Fisher's best — good 

 horses all. But Runstar! Ah, he was the only 

 horse in the race for me. The others might 

 as well not have been present. 



I started with a terrific pace, and a great 

 roar went up from the stands. There should 

 be no dallying here, no delay on my part while 

 the field went ahead that I might look them 

 over. A terrific pace, and I never drew up. I 

 was never headed, and won easily, galloping. 

 And when I passed the judge's stand Runstar 

 was ten lengths behind. 



My racing season was nearing an end. We 



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