Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1881-06-03
THE DERBY.


THE DERBY.
THE YANKEE HORSES v1CTORY.
Graphic Description Of the Great English
Race.
L. j. Jennings to New York World.
ItWas four minutes past when the
horses went to the post. With good
deal of good crowding and horse
play the course had bcen cleared and lay a
/ riband of emereld between two human
walls. The inevitable "Derby dog" put
! in his appearance, and having been chased
and chevied in mad terror vanished as
suddenly and mysteriously as he had ap-
peared. The babel of the bOOkmakers in
the ring ceased with almost ludicrous sud
denness as the horses drew into line like a
squadron of cavalry making ready to
charge. Hats off !" ran around the
throng and a quarter of a million faces,
Yisibly flushed with excitement, were
turned towards the starting point and
there came upon the crowd a hush in
which the Tapping of the flags in the light
wind could be heard.
Over in the rainbow streak on the hill
there is moments hesitation; one horse
tries, apparently, to stand upon his head,
and spars with his fOre. feet at vacancy,
then the tiny blot of flag falls and the
horses seem, as if smitten by an electric
shock, to become half as high and twice
| as long as they were an instant before.
''They're Offi" bursts with a single i'm
pulse and q sort of relieved sigh from
every lip then, mo False start J" as
three or four horses are seen still at the
post, towards which the others wheel
back, one, that had gone futherest, fighting
his jockey and boring his head rebel.
liously from side to side as if protesting
against being checked in such an auspici-
GUS departure. Again they are marshalled
again the same hush and craning of necks;
again tho same exclamation. The fain-
bow streak breaks up, shifts, is recon-
bined like bits of painted glass in kalei-
doscope. It is as if a handful Of gay beads
had been thrown along table, "They're
OFF, in earnest this time, and every bound
of the horses means G1O, 900 for hackers or
fielders.
A blind man could almost have followed
the different phases of the contest by tho
commenting murmur of the thrOng, grow
ing louder and louder as the. horses tore
along, painted shadows in the distance.
As they scudded up the hill Marshal Mac
donald-making strong running for his
stable companion, Don Fulan0-led, GeOl.
ogist and St. Louis close upon him, then
Peregine and IroquOis, as if watching each
other. On the level ground st. Lous goes
up to him, then takes . slight lead then
the American scampers up as they descend
the hill to Tottenham Corner, the critical
point of the race. It is hard to say what
their exact positions are as they scurry
around tho bend. heading towards home,
but the leaders are dropping back to the
main division aud the tail is lengthening
out. For a moment VOluptuary shows in
front as St. Louis and Marshal Macdonald
die away, and the humming commentary
grows louder and more excited. "They're
round! Voluptuary's leading A-ah! "a
long sigh of relief as GeOlOgist, against
whom Peregrine has cannoned, after stag
gering almost to his nose and knees, re.
covers himscl). Peregrine has it Perc-
grine wins Peregrine ! Peregrine p
Up the level stretch thunder the horses,
coming nearer and nearer, curiOusly fore
shortened, a phantasmagOria of flashing
colors, plated names bobbing, silk caps
with bits of faces-compressed lips and
sharp chins-scen between tho horses
ears. Town Moor, Tristan and Peregrine
are in front ; Don Fulano, Scobell and
Iroquois just behind, like two Roman
chariot teams. Up goes a Jockeys hand
and his whip falls three or four times on
his horses flank the animal wriggles for
ward for a second, then seems to float
backward, and tho cry is raised, "Tris-
tan's beatv' Town Moor and Pcregrine
are span now, and the greyhound-like
favorite draws out amid a delighted roar,
Iloroc.r:,,> ,.-:,,c SC oil Ouor oul
scores Of watchers shut their glasses with a
contemptuous click, as the horses
flash up to the grand stand.
Then a counter-roar breaks out
devouring the shouting like prairie fire
"Iroquois! Iroquois The Yankees com.
ing! He has him (every one knows who
'hc' is and who 'him.O Peregrine Iro-
quis Archer - and tho two leaders dash
by, leaving the others at every stride, their
eyes afame and flanks all wet every mus
Gle strained their painting like the breath
ing of steam engines. IrOquOis's nose is
at the favOrite's shOulder-at his head-it
shows in front; Webb raises his whip and
at the stinging cut Peregrine springs for
ward, but his bolt is shot, and with smile
Archer shoots past tho judges box with
Peregrine's red nOstrils at his knee.
And amid such roar rs Epson Downs
have rarely heard. Jealousy, pride, all
hostile emotions are, swallowed up on the
instant, and the crowd cheers and laughs
and cheers again, and breaking all restraint
ovcrfows into the green ribbon of tracks
towards where the gallant American with
his ears pricked and neck arching is COM
ing back to the scales, his young rider sit
ting calmly triumphant with one hand on
his hin. The stalWart, blue-cOated DO
licemen have to beseech, and threaten and
shoulder and almost use their truncheons
to force way for horse and rider, while
every banjo, fiddle, brass and stringed in
strument on the Downs is blowing or
twanging something moro or less Ameri-
can, and the Americans in delirious de-
light are breaking each others hats and
giving each other trip-hammer greetings
on tho back. Tho hundred and second
Derby has been run for and won by q
" Yankee.:'
MahOn0'S Convention.