Little Warhorse 
ingenuity, the most wonderful running-machines 
ever made of flesh and blood. ‘Their keepers 
guarded them like jewels, tended them like 
babies, and were careful to keep them from 
picking up odd eatables, as well as prevent 
them smelling unusual objects or being ap- 
proached by strangers. Large sums were wa- 
gered on these Dogs, and a cunningly placed 
tack, a piece of doctored meat, yes, an artfully 
compounded smell, has been known to turn a 
superb young runner into a lifeless laggard, and 
to the owner this might spell vwzz. The Dogs 
entered in each class are paired off, as each 
contest is supposed to be a duel; the winners 
in the first series are then paired again. In 
each trial, a Jack is driven from the Starting- 
pen; close by in one leash are the rival Dogs, 
held by the slipper. As soon as the Hare is 
well away, the man has to get the Dogs evenly 
started and slip them together. On the field is 
the judge, scarlet-coated and well mounted. 
He follows the chase. The Hare, mindful of 
his training, speeds across the open, toward 
the Haven, in full view of the Grand Stand. 
The Dogs follow the Jack. As the first one 
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