The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-07-16


our sporting editor crowds us away Tor the graver
matter of the second days racing at Saratoga.
Here s stand so long and so broad that TO pick
out any friend in 1t Is about as impossible as
meeting. A constabulary directed by Mr..
Morrissey, who has jurisdiction within one mile OF
the track. is distributed at all points of this stand.
and fully one-haif the many thousand people here
are ladies' and chldren--ordery, seated stlll fan
ming themselves, conversing or looking down upon
the quarter-stretch, whence comes the somewhat
commercial voice OF DR.. Underwood selling pools.
They ought to sell their pools in the village"
says captious somebody, land not bother children
and wouen with their buying and betting.
''O!' says the optimistic next man, you cant't
hear II without an enortW
"Still,n persists No /, otis coarse infringement
upon the social privileges of the place. We come
auctioneer Next they'll have their funnel and ball
wagons and the menagere of the Bots de Boulogne
ont here. Protest in time; that's my idea. To
make racing respectable take gambling and pool
selling to q modest distance"
THE sTEEPLE CHASE ETCHED.
The ladies' all waiting for that delight of their
hearts the dangerous and prOtracted steeple chase.
Nothing else is half race to them. They see the
field all "buoyedu out, as some one calls it-fagged
out as 10 make three or four courses circularly
or dagonally across IL, OF walls, dtches hedges and
pckets, enough to tickle the heart of fox-hunting
Irishman. These many courses are confused by
a quantity of different ColoTed gEidOns, which even
tually deceive riders, as they were long ago given
up by spectators.
Bah y saws one who presumes TO be authority;
"steeple chasing Is q cruelty, fraud and folly,
manning animals and breaking mems necks, and
to jump in twelve hours, and 1t is concession 10
n set OF wild lrishmcn which will some day get the
endorsement OF q Coroner's jury, Grand jury
and Judge OF Quarter Sessions. That VIII fix 10!
No horse lit TO win o race is ht TO run a three
mile steepe chase"
However, all the nags up at last by the judges
stand: the green course Is covered with brush and
whitewashed wallis faced like ramp9rt on the
hidden side by bitches of water. There are five
horses and o mare mounted by dive jockeys in suits
OF purple, magenta, blue and green. The favOrite
Is properly named Milesian, and properly out OF
Micky Free, both part OF the nomenclature OF the
bog and notwithstanding all these points OF adj
vantage he comes In last
Altogether they 30, take the wall, the hedge, the
picket All the ladies are up the favortes ahead,
old purple jacket. No, the blue Jacket Yes
Haloo! there's fellow Of IAN draw sigh and
feel guilty. No, Mary, he's up, tool And now
they're all together. They're all punched. An
TUT tut somebody will be drowned IN that ditch
They splash like fine variegated frogs, and every
jockey feels that he is balooning. More and more
bitches, more fences, more short, sharp turns. NO
body knows which from which, any more than II so
many marsh birds were dying. The Jockeys cavort-
ing in the air lose measurement; the nags n0under
as they n.y. hardly recognizing the ground. One
Is down on his knees. Two are missing. No;
they all come out Of the dust cloud, plying their
whips, kicking their spurs hal0oing all able-bOdted
fellows and no youngsters this time. Some lose
the course some keep TO IT, The favorite horse
refuses wall; all the other four lash quarter Of