TIME. 113 



althoujrli the event to which I refer occurred iu 

 1895, }'et I do not think, down to the present, our 

 friends the sporting writers have ever failed to 

 extol the fame of Teufel consequent upon the 

 horse's supposed great achievement in lowering the 

 colors of St. Frusquin. 



AVhat this will have cost the racing public 

 through these series of years, down to last autumn, 

 when Teufel was deemed by many as ''the good 

 thing'' for the Cambridgeshire, and backed with the 

 pertinacity racing enthusiasts are so much given to, 

 goodness only knows. For my part, I have dreaded 

 to see the name of Teufel in events again and again, 

 when speed above all was the desideratum, know- 

 ing full well that, so long as the horse remained in 

 training, the racing public would continue to regard 

 him as a sort of idol, and be guided by its super- 

 stition. Had they reflected, however, that as a 

 two-year-old in the month of October he was only 

 able to cover six furlongs in 1 minute 19 seconds 

 on a flat course, their enthusiasm should have 

 cooled down, when it made him out to be only a 

 bad horse. 



Why sporting writers should, as a body, take no 

 heed of the time in which a race is run is very 

 singular. It matters not what may be the value of 

 the stake or the gigantic interests involved; they 

 either hold aloof altogether, or perhaps one amongst 



