266 The American Thoroughbred 



brush at the stand between Gray Medoc and 

 Altorf, in their dead heat. 



" When Fashion responded to the call upon her 

 and took the track in such splendid style, the 

 cheers sent up from the 'rude throats' of thou- 

 sands might have been heard for miles. Fashion 

 made her challenge after getting through the 

 draw-gate and took the lead opposite the quarter- 

 mile post. Boston, however, like a trump, did 

 not give back an inch, and though it was mani- 

 fest the Northern Phenomenon had the foot of 

 him, he gave her no respite. He lapped her 

 down the back-stretch for three hundred yards, 

 when Gil Patrick very sensibly took a strong, 

 bracing pull on him, and bottled him up for a 

 desperate brush up the hill, where Eclipse passed 

 Henry. 



" Here Gil again let him out, but unfortu- 

 nately pulled him inside so near the fence that 

 Boston struck his hip against a post, and, hitting 

 a sharp knot or a nail, cut through the skin 

 on his quarter for seven or eight inches. He 

 struck hard enough to jar himself very much, 

 and he was observed to falter; but he soon re- 

 covered and though at this moment Fashion led 

 him nearly three lengths, he gradually closed the 



