The New Orleans daily Democrat., 1878-07-08
THE GREAT RACE.
How TenBrOeck Beat SloIiIe Mccarthy at
Louisville,
Especial Correspondence Of the Democratl

Especial Correspondence Of the Democrat.l
Lou1svtnbE KY, July 4, 1878.
The great race has been run and TenBroeck
is king, and Kentucky blue blood is still tri-
umphant.
The day was glorious, only little too hot,
away up In the nineties, and only gentle
breeze to keep alive the excited mass of hu-
manity that had gathered to see this great
match. The sky was as blue as ether and the
sun blazing balluf incandescent heat. The
very face Of the earth seemed TO smile In the
morning sun as thousands wended their way
from the city to the track. AS early as a. m.
THE GRAND STAND
was occupied by from six to eight thousand
people, large majority OF whom were ladies.
Every avenue was thronged with vehicles of
every description, from the plain rumble to
the aristocratic carriage and four, the grace
ful coupelet and the lady's phaeton. They
rode and they walked, they crowded and they
ran, and from a. m. there was living stream
OF humanity and animality moving towards
the race field The coachmen screamed and
cracked their whips; some swore roundy;
others yelled and cursed as II one great idea,
one consuming thought, actuated the mass
and urged it forward, 1t was rare sight
when we reached the Jockey Club rooms. At
one glance you could take in the panorama of
the entire field. The central field contained
the 'ot poltoi in carriages, carts, wagons, ON
nibusses and everything else In the way of
wheels and horse flesh. The grand stand was
jammed. | know Of not another word that
will express the idea, But 1t stood the test
and the purpose.
The first and second race Of to-day were of
no great Importance. The people had come
TO see the
KING AND QUEEN OF THE AMERICAN TURF
When the two came out on the track and
were uncovered before that immense crowd
there went UP wild shout from fully 10000
throats that could have been heard for miles
and miles away. It was a volume Of sound
a volume of the human voice that was sub
lime; Ii was an awe-inspiring scene and some
felt more like weeping than rejoicing. It had
a strange effect on some, and it impressed
everyone in some manner, more or less In
tensely.
The drum tapped and the two flyers started
off in the most beautiful style, running the
whole mile neck and neck and flying like the
wind Men shouted and yelled. women
screamed, and the abominable small boy
screeChed like panther in his shrillest tones.
The second mile they came in neck and neck
again, cutting at intervals for theinsde track,
first one, then the other getting the inside.
ON THE THIRD MILE
TenBroeck showed his pluck, and Mollie
seemed to be weak, and before one-third Of the
fourth mile was run, 1t was plain that the
Western mare would lose and be distanced.
Before reaching the quarter stretch she gave
down entirely; and the prettiest animal in all
the world gave it up. She could not stand It,
TenBroeck with his accomplished rider
pushed the pretty mare too hard in the first
two miles. She kept up neck and neck, and
her pluck was grandly admirable She could
not stand 1t. And when TenBroeck turned
the last half mile, 1t seemed that the very
dome of heaven would be cracked and split by
were frantic with excitement and when the
band struck up Dixie" it was like the rush
and roar Of a vast tempest. The day was
won by Southern horse and Kentucky is
happy. SHAKER,