Sacramento daily record-union., 1890-07-21
TURF TOPICS.
sALvAToR's GREAT VICTORY MINOR.
TALIzED IN VERSE.
Another Palo Alto Fiily Coming to the
Front-Racine, the Wonder
The lone Fair.

The gate was thrown open, / rode out alone,
throne.
| am but jockey, but shout upon shout
went out from the people who watched me ride
out,
And the cheers that rang forth from that warm
hearted crowd
We're as earnest as those to which monarch e'er
bowed.
My heart thrilled with pleasure so keen it was
As patted my Salvador S soft silken name;
And sweet shiver shot from his hide to my
hand
As We passed by the multitude down to the
The great waves of cheering came billowing
back,
As the hoofs of brave Tenny ran swift down the
And he stood there beside us, all bone and all
muscle,
Our noble opponent, well trained for the tussle
That waited us there on the smooth, shining
course.
Ny Salvador, fair to the lovers of horse.
AS beautiful woman is fair to mans sight
Pure type of the thoroughbred. clean-iimbed
Stood taking the plaudits as only his due
And nothing at all unexpected or new.
And then, there before us the bright flag is
spread,
There's a rosr from the grand stand, and Ten
At the sound of the voices that shouted "a 20 p
He sprang like an arrow shot straight from the
I tighten the reins on Prince Charles great
He is off like rocket, the race is begun.
Half way down the furlong, their heads are to-
Scarce room 'twixt their noses to wedge in a
feather,
Past grand stand, and Judges, in neck to neck
strife,
All, Salvador. boy tits the race of your life.
press my knees closer. coax him. urge
feel him go out with a leap and a surge;
l see him creep on, inch by inch, stride by
While backward, still backward, falls Tenny
beside.
We are nearing the turn, the first quarter is
passed
'Twixt leader and chaser the daylight is cast;
The distance elongates still Tenny sweeps on,
AS graceful and free-limbed and swift as
fawn,
His awkardness vanished, his muscles all
strained
A noble opponent, well.born and well trained
1 glanced DER my shoulder, hah, Tenny, the
cost
Of that one seconds tagging, will be-the race
One seconds weak yielding of courage and
strength,
And the daylight between US has doubled its
length.
The first mile is covered, the race is mine-no!
For the blue blood of Tenny responds to a blow
He shoots through the air like ball from gun
And the two lengths between us are shortened
to one.
My heart is contracted, my throat feelsa lump
For Tenny's long neck is at Salvator's rump
And now with new courage, grown bolder and
bolder,
1 see him once more running shoulder to
shoulder.
With knees, hands and body press my grand
steed;
l urge him, l coax him, / pray him to heed!
Oh, SalvatOr! Salvador, List to my calls,
For the blow of my whip will hurt both if it
falls
There's roar from the crowd like the ocean in
storm,
AS close to my saddle leaps Tennys great form;
One more mighty plunge, and with knee, limb
and hand
lift my horse first by nose past the stand.
We are under the string now-ihe greet race is
And Salvador, Salvador, Salvador won!
Cheer, boar-headed patriarchs; cheer loud, 1
say;
'Tis the race OF century witnessed to day!
to men
Ye never will see such grand race again.
Let the shouts of the populace roar like the
surf,
For Salvador, Salvador, king of the turf
He has rivalled the record of thirteen long
years;
He has won the first place in the vast line of
peers;
Twas neck to neck contest, grand honest
race,
And even his enemies grant him his place.
Down into the dust let old records be hurled
And hang out 2.05 in the gaze of the world
Ella Wheeler Wilcor in Nel0 York Spirit.