The New York herald., 1872-07-14
Brilliant Assemblage, Fast Time
and Capital Racing.
Scenes About the Hotels and
on the Course.
COLONEL MDANlEL IN GOOD SPIRITS
Joe Daniels the Winner Of the Travers Stakes,
Harry Bassett the Sweepstakes for All Ages,
Tom Bowling the Flash Stakes and
Kingfsher the Time Race.
SARATOGA. July 13. 1879.

Kingfsher the Time Race.
SARATOGA July 1s, 1872.
To the newspaper writer's and politicians fresh
nom the furnace heat Of Baltimore city this days
blowing breeze, moving leaves and cOnslderate sky
were as grateful as cool Sabbath day after week
of battle. The ground and the village wore the
calm Of Widows holiday no loud words
nor wild excitement slipping in from the
world to molest it, and the great speakers,
managers and huzzaers Of political life met to-
gether without controversy as II the springs were
to be respected the seat OF truce and the nober
competition of horses preferred to the debilitating
race between Presidential candidates and their
grooms trainers and hackers.
Who could have promenaded this pleasant Satur-
day OF the week sacred to schoolboys and schools
masters-through the elm and maple lined Broad
way of Saratoga, into the cool parks and dells
Of the bubbling springs among the invalids and
drinkers or along the wide piazzas OF the splendid
hotels, and not have been conscious that this day
was the first Of the racing weekH Such is the charm
OF the course at Saratoga, far aOof from the multi
tude of cities and so near this gem of village that
all the days races, four in number, are witnessed
between two meals, or, II you please, between
breakfast and lunch.
You rise, perhaps, at eight O'Clock or nine, drop
down to the Hathorn, the Congress or the Paw
lion spring, hardly further away from your hotel
til the length OF your city lot and there take the
cool, gratuitous and grateful glass; then a
few minutes at the toilet or the barber's
puts you in appetite-no wormwood required
for breakfast and while it is being served the daily
fashion journals of Saratoga or the New York
papers Of the previous evening beneath your
eyegass the great hall Of the breakfast room is
swept by breeze which is natures most ductile
fly brush, and when the breakfast comes, with its
speckled Adirondack trout, or salmon, only yester
day in the St. Lawrence, mountain lamb from
those green hills Of Vermont nearly in your sight,
or chickens and butter from the battle field OF
Saltwater and the stamping ground Of Kenmore
Cooper and his Mtonic Indians. You exchange
opinions with your neighbOr complacently-and he
is, perhaps, q clergyman-on the horses and the
condition Of the track and the great advantage Of
q cool day for the poor animals.
"Bless YOU" says the bishop, "they can't make
az good time on cool day as on a warm Onei The
pores of their skins are closed IN this weather; the
moisture don't run, and the nexloility is not 80
great as on warm day. This weather Is exquisite
for men, but too vOuptuous for fllies and cots
SO, 1t Is plain, Saratoga assimates men, and
delivered his information like Baalam
The above might have been the beginning
ssSss se first say Of the hs
your correspondent. And after the breakfast hour,
Union, smoking cigar smoke with three hundred
others, calumet fashion, toward the three hundred
Congress Hail. and all talking the most tranquil and
meditative kind OF horse talk, id:-"What signs
are here Of race at which the whole country is
Across the way Commodore Vanderbilt was
smoking his cigar with some veritabe Indian ofthe
Pains and both the spirit OF the steam whistle and
mated chat. Here was August Belmont, the mag
unanimous spirit OF last weeks great political Con-
fine steeds which were to race this day,
tician and turfman, and both appeared to listen
rather than to talk; for the evil genius Of overmuch
communication was not & abroad =, How pleasant
above, to whom the world would appear to be i'll
peoped without horses, joining for sally
racer.built patron Of good blood in men
and horses. President Travers; the large and
this day-one with Harry Bassett, the other with
Joe Danlels-but who walks along with an old
straw hat and linen duster as II II were rehec-
Mr. Jerome, one Of the creators Of the racing turf
In the East, who has lived to see 1t, within six
country.
almost opposite the Congress Spring IN the grounds
establishment, now called with proprety the Sara.
G 9s e SaGS s TO oe
is frame building, three stories high, the windows
hammocked With With plaid In every story pearl lights
.'saratoga Racing Assocaton." Within this neat
this this morning % the croppeG, round head 'Had and
broth Of o countenance Of Underwood the
sSSSara wSereon % esssG pGsSs ;Se Sorsss M
mtted to pool and in his rich amusing Irish brogue
doing business without boisterousness; while on
bar for the sale Of badges and tickets. II looked
IKE the harmless sale or effects at
the auctioneer. MIR. Morrlssey himself was locker
on, saying nothing, as his whole ofllcousness
at e IS 70 aso se
and the bidding was none the less animated, but it
was quiet.
about the institutions which are arranged with the
gentlest policy and with regard to everybodys
rights. Hacks and omnibuses carried people to
the ground for quarter head, but some Of the
weaithiest people walked in the cool morning down
the broad avenue OF route bordered by young
trees and under the gateway and through
the grove of pines to the Grand Stand.
Prices were practically S3 and hence but few Sara
togians came, although the scene at the beginning
OF the races at the quarter stretch and stand was
az populous and orderly any moral element In
ChrlstendOm could produce. There were no cheers
and little noise and the first two races, while
superb instances Of equine competition were also
gentlemen sports In the incest sense. Five or six
thousand people looked, as II listening to cheerful
sermon, to the easy preparing and despatching OF
their steeds and II would shut his eyes he could
not be aware OF anything going on.
The view OF the race ground from the Grand Stand
was that OF pretty elliptical sweep OF farm lawn
shaded by one quaint old tree near the middle, and
by some low pines at the gateway, with clean
stabing, scattered about a pool Of water
for cattle, and the wide roadway curling
around on both sides toward the homestead
at the stand. over all could be seen
the Green Mountains, seeming very near in the
steel-gray airs Taken as whole the
establishment is about the same az that which
lately performed at Long Branch. The quaint old
John Harper, the solemnly brusque McGrath and
the burly ye0man, McDaniel-men who live the lives
OF importers, producers and managers OF fine
racing stock-were all on the ground They like the
horse, translatabe to all climates, and the