The New York herald., 1872-10-06

stretch again. He overheard Q couple or sentences.
sJimmy Rowe feels bully. and he's good 'un."
..well, don't you y hurt yourself Billy Hayward
kets we're taken or his horse Tubman, he threw
and he looked certainly as II he felt "bully.''
He was q stout-faced, fresh-c0mplex boy OF
about sixteen with good Gack, , eye "a. rm mouth
trine OF d0ggedness and considerable dash were
apparent A dwarfed, lank form OF
THE REGULATION ENGLISH JOCKEY BUILD,
O man In years and face and seemingly mere
feather In weight, mounted horse just unblan-
neted he wore GroWm mus,acae ~ s ana saere was
in the saddle. This was Billy Hayward twenty-seven
years old,R native OF Northampton, England and
the race that followed has been indicated, Tubpan
the iavorite winning, During the interval that
followed tn; there was buzz al around Betting
were heavy against the single contestant
Of the Maturity Stakes, with the great
TURF the Emperor OF the course, the every thing
which extravaganza could say in his praise. This
contestant was Monarchist. What the points OF
these horses were the reporter leaves IN expe-
rienced hands; but these merits were almost
langudly discussed to the ringing OF the second
bell. The track was cleared, the ticket holders
being requested to enter the enclosure, and the
nigger and white stable hangersOn being driven
INTO . space on the other SIDE q the track
and instantly there was hush over the throng on
the stands and straining over the rails by the
hangers on as the two horses rushed together
around the bend There was little enthusiasm as
they came around from under the blufr, and barely
cheer as they made their first mile, with Bassett
bend, towards the blun for the second
to-. 70 rush, ,s!,.I began to to shout, ana wave
swing TO the end OF the second mile, and as the
crowd saw that Monarchist hung grimly on the
o th went
rose twenty degrees to the second. Nothing
IN sport outside the mental tension OF
the exctability in man. AS the horses
disappeared behind the club house bluf for the
third and last time, men rushed from place to
place, nerv0usy straining their eyes for o first
glimpse OF the horses coming home. The niggers,
In all their native nervousness piled upon each
other tumbed each other to no purpose, and kept
up feverish shout all the time.
AT LAST THEY WERE COMING ROUND.
Cheer e followed cheer IKE the noise of the waves
In as many seconds. On at laundering pace they
came. 1t was magnificent. The dark blue
ing, lifting and encouraging; the bluejacketed
and red-sashed boy on Bassett rode his horse with
every nerve and muscle strained to bring his horse
be impossible to describe how that instant
agitated the onlookers. The yelling tum-
on one side and the deep roar of the voices Of
those on the Grand Stand, swaying, IN the infec
tous whir OF the moment, with every stride OF the
horses, formed strange. exciting and tumultuous
scene. AS the winning line was reached and Mon
archist shot past over two lengths ahead
ONE FRANTIC PEAL OF CLAMOR
went up which did not subside for minutes. Hats
were tossed In the air q thousand at a time men
shook hands and embraced each other without
knowing why, and the new King was hailed
with an applause enough to deafen the whim-
sical god OF chance at this freak OF his
One club member rushed to another, grasped
both his hands, laughed in his face, and then ran
round repeating the odd operation. 1t was a
genuine excitement, for there was little money on
the event.
'THE KING is DETHRONED,u
was on hundred tongues. Mr.. Sanford ran for
ward and patted his jockey on the back, who bore
his hOnOrs quietly. This was Billy Hayward no.
ticed above, while his pucky but beaten rival was
Jimmy Rowe. The jockey was taken to scale accord
ing to the wholesome practice and the horse with his
blankets on was brought into the enclosure, where
the n1ggers were still tumbling on the grass and
butting each other like
HERD OF BLACK RAMS.
They cheered the horse; they cheered the jockey;
they cheered the nigger who buckIed on the
blanket straps, and lastly. loudly, longly cheered
Mr.. Sanford.
~ todye, diden /, dat Bassett was only miyan-
an'-a-haI hawse 2" said a ragged nigger, with an
Illuminated face and rolling eyeballs, to which the
yelling throng added a cheer, which lasted until
the cheerers were hoaise. Even the stolid
red savages on the upper tier grunted
the movement and enthusiasm subsidized
and the great event OF the day was talked over and
commented on in q thousand tones Of laudatiOn,
with every bibulOus accompaniment Ootainable.
There were other races but the reporter, with
the fine dramatic instinct which abnors an anti
climax, never looked at them, a course Which the
majority OF the spectators followed.