The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1866-06-21

Now, the assistance | offer is, that will
ride Friar and my advice is, never un-
dertake a race again SO long as you live,
for your welfare depends on so doing.
l will be at the race grounds on the
morning of the race-remember my
promise"
So saying, the singular person waited
for no answer, but strobe from the room.
To imagine is better than to describe
Mr.. Smiths amazement at the events
above narrated. However, the extra
ordinary person had seemed to give him
hope. and, rousing himself, he saw that
Friar was prepared in the manner he
should be.
The eventful morning came, bright
and glorious. Not a cloud rested on
the blue dome above ; the air was mild
and balmy. Nature had donned her
most radiant smiles. The blue, tower
ing, far.off mountains, the bright green
fields and CLASSY lake, formed a beauti-
full landscape that the mind of the poet
and the eye of the artist might gaze on
and find glowing work for pen and pen
Gil. A large crowd had gathered on
the race grounds; the English horse,
owner and jockey were there, and Friar
came neighing and conscious, as it were,
of what he was expected to do. The
race was to come off at 10 o'clock, and
it was already quarter of an hour To
that time. 1t was a general surprise
that Friar had no jockey, he having
been brought on the grounds by the
hostler, on old man and unable to ride.
The time was nearly up, and yet no
jockey appeared It was FIVE minutes
to the time. The English jockey got
into the scale. The torturing suspense
Of Friar's owner made itself evident as
he muttered, "I have been made the
tool of some treason"
Here comes Friar's jockey" was
shouted on all sides, and looking around
him Mr.. Smith beheld coming at fu.
rious pace down the adjacent road, on q
milk-whitc pony, the identical person
he so much looked for. He was cos
tuned in his own livery. In a moment
he was on the scales, and was the right
weight; the next he vaulted on Fria1
and drove him to the starting place
The bugle blew a shrill blast the twC
noble steeds started side by side. Ava,
they went, as it were, on the wing o
breezes. Gradually Friar outstrip pei
the English horse, and ere the first mile
was completed, he was fully twenty
yards ahead. On they went, Friar still
gaining. Two miles had been covered
} and Friar was a long distance ahead
= They had run over three miles. Whel
approaching the fourth mile, wher
| there was slight declivity, Friar, b.
some mischance, fell and rolled heavil
on the ground. His jockey seemed t
have anticipated the mishap, for h
leaped from his horse in his mad pre-
gress ere he had fallen. AS Friar la
on the ground, his singular jockey pul
led small bottle from his pocket an
e applied it to the nostrils of the animal
: the seemingly intended effect was ap2a
4 rent, Let us now look to the othe
4. horse. We have said Friar was lon
e distance ahead, but the accident he me
e with soon deprived him of his vantage
! The English jockey, seeing the chanc
t for coming in ahead, spurred his hors
= on to take advantage of the mishap. o
s he came, the noble beast beneath hir
spurning the earth in a wild, furiou
l pace as he neared the fallen Friar.
a The events above narrated were az
l complished in much shorter space {
e time than we have taken to chronicl
! them. However, to resume. After az
!, plying the bottle we have noticed to tn
e nostrils Of Friar, the jockey gave quic
/, glance around, and beheld the Englis
G horse scarcely within a dozen lengths
Quickly he bent down and seized tn
0 reins Of the PROSTATE steed he obeyeC
and in moment was up. As he rosc
t a cold shiver passed through his body
e The opposing horse was several length
ahead. Was Friar's owner to be ruined
The mysterious jockey bounded to tn
: saddle. He applied neither whip no
spur, for they were not needed, an
0 Friar dashed away like spirit of tn
c breeze. But would all his swiftnes