50 CANADIAN TUKF RECOLLECTIONS 



installed a red-hot favorite over the field, but in the 

 second Ottawa's representative clouded the prospects by 

 galloping home an easy winner in faster time than the 

 first heat was run. Still the boys remained true to their 

 first love and loyally snapped up the offers made by the 

 backers of Carleton, who, in the third heat, astonished his 

 opponents and surprised his friends by galloping home 

 an easy winner in the fastest heat of the race. 



Thus was received facer number two. In the third 

 event, the Sapling Stakes, the victory of Dr. Smith's 

 War Cry put back a few of the scattered shekels, but the 

 defeat of Mr. Stanton's Storm on the second day in the 

 Hochelaga Produce Stakes, by the Donnybrook filly, 

 struck the already weakened ones with the force of a 

 hurricane, and so demoralized them for the time being 

 that they hadn't the nerve to back Vespucius for a dollar 

 against his conqueror of the preceding day, when they 

 came together in the Merchants' Plate, which was one 

 of those relics of barbarism, mile heats, three in five. 

 Carleton was a warm first choice, but he never had a 

 show, the old chestnut cutting loose and capturing the 

 trick in three straight heats. Had this victory been 

 played, all previous losses could have been recouped. 



Inspired and encouraged by the turn of the tide, the 

 western contingent again rallied to the pool box and right 

 royally backed War Cry against The Moor in the mile 

 heat contest, and again for their devotion they were 

 vouchsafed their third facer, Montreal's champion win- 

 ning the event in two straights. Sadly discomfitted, the 

 unfortunates retired for the time being to figure up their 

 losses and scheme to get even on the third day. The 

 opening event of it, however, proved another Waterloo. 

 Mitchell, who on paper figured a certainty, was warmly 

 supported, but only succeeded in scoring second honors, 

 and in the very next race the western favorite, Lord 

 Byron, went down before C. 0. D. and Frank Swift. 

 ''Alas, woe is me," was the mental refrain of many an 

 Ontario sorehead. This last was the finishing straw that 

 broke the camel's back and, disgusted with the run of 



