THE ■ HORSES. 



o'clock, and soon after all eyes were directed toward a motley 

 grouj) approaching from Mr. Garrison's stable : " with stately 

 step and slow," the proud champion of Louisiana made his 

 appearance. He was directly stripped, and a finer exhibition 

 of the perfection to which the trainer's art can be carried, we 

 have rarely seen. His coat and eye were alike brilliant. 

 Wagner is a light gold chestnut, with a roan stripe on the right 

 side of his face, and white hind feet — about fifteen hands and a 

 half high. His head is singularly small, clean, and bony, set on 

 a light but rather long neck ; forehanded, he resembles the pic- 

 tures of his sire, and in his carriage is said to resemble him. 

 His shoulder is immensely strong, running very well back into a 

 good middle piece, which is well ribbed home. One of the finest 

 points about him is his great depth of chest ; few horses can 

 measure with him from the point of the shoulder to the brisket. 

 His arms are heavily muscled like Mingo's, with the tendons 

 standing out in bold relief. He has uncommonly strong and 

 wide hips, a good loin, remarkably fine stifles and thighs, with 

 as fine hocks and legs as ever stood under a horse. Wagner has 

 been in training ever since his 3 yr. old, and has travelled over 

 three thousand miles, without three weeks' rest this season ! Mr. 

 Garrison commencing galloping him just four weeks previous 

 to this race ; he had not even been turned loose in a paddock. 



A murmur, which was soon lost in a suppressed cheer at the 

 head of the quarter stretch, announced to the multitude about 

 the stand the approach of Orey Eagle j as he came up in front 

 of the stand, his lofty carriage and flashing eye elicited a burst 

 of applause, which told better than words can express the intense 

 and ardent aspirations felt in his success, by every son and 

 daiighter of Kentucky. Clinton, his trainer, immediately stripped 

 off his sheet and hood, and a finer specimen of the high-mettled 

 racer was never exhibited. He was in condition to run for a 

 man's life — a magnificent gray, nearly sixteen hands high, with 

 the step of a gazelle and the strength of a Bucephalus. Mr. 

 Burbridge had told us that of one thing he was confident — his 

 horse might want foot, but of his game he was certain ; the cor- 

 rectness of his judgment the sequel will show. In the hands of 

 Clinton, who, by-the-by, is a Kentuckian, not above seven and 

 twenty years of age, Grey Eagle had never lost a heat ; the 



