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were Powhattan, Bob Miles, Boatsman, Modesty, Jim Doug 

 las and several others, but these were the best. The event- 

 ful day arrived and Powhattan was not thought well of. The 

 odds were as big as lo to i against him. Modesty and 

 Boatsman were the favorites, but the others had some fol- 

 lowing. 



Well, the flag fell to a good start, and Boatsman started 

 off in front, with Modesty second, Jim Douglas third. Bob 

 Miles fourth, Powhattan fifth and the others strung out. At 

 the end of a mile and a quarter Bob Miles went through the 

 bunch. Powhattan followed closely behind. These posi- 

 tions were maintained until the end of the chute was reached. 

 All the time Powhattan was creeping slowly forward. Fitz- 

 patrick, on Miles, saw the danger and plied whip and spur. 

 Hay ward, on Powhattan, however, was not to be shaken off, 

 and at length he was on even terms with the flying leader. 

 On down the stretch they thundered, neither seeming to be 

 gaining an inch, and when they passed under the wire they 

 were so close together that it was fully twenty minutes be- 

 fore the judges were able to decide which had won. Finally, 

 they gave it to Bob Miles, and thus ended one of the great- 

 est races ever run. The others were hardly to be considered 

 in it, for they were so far away at the finish that the crowd 

 had almost forgotten them when they came under the wire. 



I had placed the horses in just this position previous to 

 the race, and I urged my friends to get down on it. They 

 did so. Col. Bob Pate, one of the best-known turfmen of 

 the country, owned Boatsman, and he wagered heavily on 

 the result. 1 met him just before the race. I persuaded him 

 to back my horse for the place and Miles to win. He did 

 so, and it saved him from serious loss. 



Back to St. Louis I came and annexed the four great 

 stakes, winning two with Powhattan and Loftin, meeting 

 Buchanan, the Kentucky Derby winner, and Troubadour,who 

 has since become famous as the property of that representa- 

 tive turfman. Col. S. S. Brown, of Pittsburg, During my 

 trip abroad I had been quietly working Loftin along, but 

 had never raced him, for his ankles were sore and he was in 

 a precarious condition. 



But by the time he arrived in St. Louis he was fit to 

 run for a man's life, as the saying is. I had him entered in 



