MORVICH 



no jam or piling up on the turns. 



I covered that first furlong in a little under 

 eleven, killed the field at the start, and took 

 the fight and heart out of all those picture 

 horses. First one and then another of the field 

 would forge ahead and try to come up with me. 

 But each who thus bid for fame held on but a 

 little while, then fell away. Behind, I could 

 hear whip being plied as we came into the 

 stretch, and I knew those beautiful horses were 

 being given whip and spur in the endeavor to 

 force them up to my race. But no whip ever 

 touched me. And I would have run faster had 

 it been necessary, but little Al never let my 

 head out, even in the stretch, but always held 

 me in. Perhaps he will be criticised for not 

 trying to break the Derby time, but he had 

 orders to ride a "win race" and that he did. 



As for breaking records, many a horse has 

 been driven to do that, and has never run 

 again. Last year John P. Grier at the Aque- 

 duct, I have heard it said, was ridden at a 



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