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2.193, Smuggler again cooled off well, nibbling 
eagerly at his bunch of hay. The Maid was more 
tired than ever, while Lucille Golddust showed no 
signs of distress.” 
Even yet, however, the race was in doubt. 
Fifth Heat. It was evident that the other horses, 
or rather their drivers, had formed a combination 
against Smuggler. They worried him so much in 
scoring that twice again he pulled off the shoe from 
his near fore foot, and nearly an hour elapsed before 
a start was obtained. “The shell of the foot,” re- 
lates the excellent writer in the Turf, Field, and 
Farm, “was pretty badly splintered by the triple 
accident, but the stallion was not rendered lame. 
Misfortunes, however, seemed to be gathering 
thickly about him, and the partisans of the Maid 
wore the old jaunty air of confidence.” The other 
horses had an unbroken rest while Smuggler was 
shoeing, so that they all appeared fresh when the 
word was finally given. “Fullerton,” says the 
Turf, Field, and Farm, “went to the front like a 
flash of light, trotting without a skip to the quarter 
pole in thirty-three seconds,” but Smuggler passed 
him near the half-mile pole, kept the lead from that 
point, and won the race, although Goldsmith Maid 
came along with great speed on the home stretch, 
forcing Smuggler to trot the heat in 2.173, and 
finishing a good second. 
Thus ended what was perhaps, all things consid- 
ered. the best race ever trotted. Here were five 
heats in 2.15}, 2.17}, 2.16}, 2.193, 2.17}, each one 
being gallantly contested, and the result remaining 
in the utmost doubt till the very close of the fifth 
