CRESCEUS, 2:021/4 



ceus is being" pushed. He is shining with sweat, his 

 nostrils are widely distended, but his eye is bright and 

 he comes grandly on like a gladiator. And the stride, 

 the stride of him ! He seems to labor a bit as he nears 

 the finish but he does not falter. He is not the falter- 

 ing kind. 2. :o6 flashes out from the timer's stand for 

 the second time. Well done, well done, Cresceus ! 

 That long, low stride of yours, your perfect steadiness, 

 your splendid courage you are the best horse of your 

 kind in the world. 



The race has passed into history. But four stal- 

 lions started ; as one was distanced, but three finished 

 the battle ; yet it was the greatest race ever engaged 

 in by stallions. The time 2 107^, 2 :o6, 2 :o6 was far 

 below the best ever before made in three consecutive 

 heats by a trotting stallion. 



