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for the last great effort. Thundering at his sides were 

 the two runners — the voices of Murphy and Wise blending 

 in the trumpet-call for speed. Tense and silent, the 

 grand-stand occupants were on their feet, pulling for 

 another victory. Tired he was (i min. 27J sees. 

 at the three-quarters explains that), but the lion-like 

 courage that had broken the hearts of the greatest 

 trotters in 1915 would not permit him to falter. Trotting 

 true with that frictionless stride, head high with " the look 

 of eagles " in his eyes, Lee Axworthy came to the wire 

 on that October afternoon, vanquishing Father Time 

 again. There was a sharp clang from the timer's stand, 

 and the board showed i min. sSJ sees. Lee 

 Axworthy again had triumphed, and was seated more 

 firmly than ever on his throne. 



The following week Lee was hitched to waggon, and 

 Mr. Devereux drove him a mile in 2 mins. 2| sees., 

 the world's stallion record to that hitch, in spite of very 

 cold weather and a strong wind. 



The champion goes clean in front with the exception 

 of a light pair of quarter boots. Behind he wears shin 

 boots and scalpers. An open bridle, the plainest of 

 harness, not to mention the fcistest sulky in the world — 

 there you have the outfit of the king of trotters. 



Lee Axworthy is a beautiful mahogany bay, almost 



