Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1874-08-26

the FIVE horses, and it was for only three
fourths of mile. As you will see below,
King Bolt beat Rhadamanthus. King
Bolt blew his nostrils under the long
white streak of his nose, switched his
cropped tail and ambled with his white
feet, while all the people noted his long
bay body, strong as a section oil mahog-
any. His father was Lexington, mar
vellous old sire, whose colts are like the
seed of Abraham, and seem to be aware
of their ancestry. The jockey wearing
the orange, slashed with crimson, leaped
down to receive congratulations and
hastily scampered away, while they
folded the racer in blankets up to his
ewes and he strobe off lazily with one
dreamy look up into the stand The
crowd then gazed on Belmonts beautiful
black colt, Rhadamanthus, named with
the taste which attends the Belmont
stake. This was one OF the sons of
bennington, half brother to the great
Bassett, now the Idle prince of the
harem. The close match those two fine
animals made excited q stableman to
say:
They're both great Investments. Two
years old leaves plenty of time to run
and win. One of these great fellows
cost $1,000, and the other $500 as a
yearling,"
Hunter & Travers against Belmont
make dignifed race every time. Be
hind the horses are men OF wide affairs
and worldly prudence. For some mys-
terious reason. in every race, there is a
general expectation that Hunter d
Travers will win Indeed, people seldom
i refer to the names OF their horses, but
say, " think / will buy on Hunter &
Trayers." Travers is said to know little
Of horses, practically, but to be anima
ted by general love of field sports, and
to leave the realities of buying and
training to his partner, Hunter.
Bowling's owner, in gray suit, leans
! laz;ly against the fence at the judges
stand, dropping quizzical, sententious
remarks. He has had hard luck, but
takes it philosophically. Over there is
the greatest racer of them all in fame,
with foot full of pain, shackled. as it
were, to the stall, while his spirit is
bounding through the air. Tom Bow
ling, the mighty bay horse, lies there in
the darkness, while all around him his
ealloping peers are spurning the foam;
but Maqrath merely grumbles little
and leans against the fence to see his
horse Calvin come in fourth
Mae" says bystander, " how came
sporting man to name horse Cal
vin2'
Humphl" says the owner. "S'posed
he was going to be one of the elect.
"Why,n says the other, Mac don't
know who Calvin was, nor Armenius
either, nor the Apostle Paul. He named
him for a man named Calvin down in
Tennessee"
Bowling's owner has hanged more
people than any man in this country.
| He is the largest hemp merchant in the
United States; a real Kentuckia who,
until the war, lived out his life between
New Orleans and Msysville.
There is Dcnahue, too, the queer Irish
contractor, who is to run to-day horse
named Botany Bay, in addition to Cot
trilrs queerly named bay Bay Rum.
But Botany Bay is chestnut, and there.
fore no bay whatever.
Donahue lives back off on the nights
Of Bergen, not far from the fiery old
Mcdaniel, the man who wins little less
than everything. Donahue won race
the other day in what is called run.
! ming race; that is,. the winner must con-
sent to have his horse sold atterward
To Donahue's disgust Mcdaniel stepped
forward, nothing if not the merchant,
and bought his neighbours winner. This
| filled his soul with the wrath of ingrati-
tude. After the race was over, when
| two or three reporters were quietly
writing in the grand stand, all deserted
save Of them, a terrible row was heard
underneath in the barroom.
"You murtherin' old thafe, there's
hundred bushels of oats / gave yez, and
We owe me for the same to this day. And
now We buys me best horse; blawst yez
old hard dhearted soul"
"Go awal Go avail I'll put tunnel
under your Bergen mighty quick.
Pistols we're drawn. Mcdaniel had all
his stable assembled-big and little
jockey, picauinny, negro, groom, and
trainer.
Dublin Dublinl Galway GalwayP
cried all the brood; touch Mr.. Mack,
and we'll make fodder of ye. Go for
him, Mr.. Mack"
"Whin yez was starvin' thin byes,
and they hadn't herring nor pay sour
didn't / fade EN- for yez, and did ye iver
pay me for that2'
Charge on him. Mr. MackP cried
the great and motley deputation.
MAKE litter of him Beat his head OFF,
The aspect of the place was then SO
threatening that friends took Donakue
off, and left his Scotch opponent, if pos
sible, more red and blazing of complex
ion than before.
! That night the facts were reported to
John Morrissey by some gossipers.
"Those men shall be called before
the association" said Morrissey.
That's no kind Of conduct
but nobody saw it. There were
none present except themselves. The
audience had all retired.
/ at makes no difference said the
Impartial gladiator. Suppose these
men had fred upon each other, or
wounded each other. 1t would have
been blot upon the turf.
Accordingly, before the solemn inves-
tigation Of he Racing Association, both