MORVICH 



not how to describe it. Yet I suppose all fight- 

 ers experience it on the eve of great battles — 

 the veteran of the ring, the soldier in the 

 trench. 



Ah, how I thank my stars tonight for the 

 blood that is in me, for from it in all likelihood 

 I derive the equable disposition which has 

 brought me unshaken through all the stress of 

 a tumultuous though brief career. With us 

 thoroughbreds, you know, there is always the 

 danger of too close inbreeding. The great 

 strains are not many. Breeders must watch 

 very carefully to keep them far enough apart, 

 else will the foals be fractious, excitable, prone 

 to sickness of one kind and another, unbalanced. 

 But, fortunately for me, my sire, Runnymede, 

 and my dam, Hymir, were further apart in re- 

 lationship than most. 



And I need all that balance, all that 

 equanimity which marks me, now. Up at 

 Jamaica, some ten days ago, when I was being 

 given my early workouts on the track, some 



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