The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1890-08-31
A GREAT RACE.
SALVADOR LOWERS THE REC
ORD OF Ten BROCK.
GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION CT TIE RACE
How the GSanason of Ola Lexington
Did the Great Deed-'sE,e Mile Rum
ming Record Reduced 10 i.35 he
Tie Interest Intense.

Inc lOiiOWlnP graphic GescflpliOI
Of Salvator's race against time is takei
from the New York Sun:
An enthusiastic throng Of admLrer
surrounded Salvador as the finishing
touches were being put to bis toilet
The noble fellow seemed to realiz,
that he was the cynosure Of all eyes
and he was every inch u king as he
lifted his head and surveyed the
crowd. Trainer Byrnes ran ahead
and was out OH the track before Sal
vator, followed by Rosette and Nam
ouna, the last named, Il two year old
sister to Baliarat, who were TO act as
pace makers, hove in sight Of the
waiting thousands.
Salvatore march of triumph con
tinued until he turned the angle for
the straight course and set out for the
post at Il hand gallop, followed by his
number companions. ByrneS was a
quarter of u mile up the stretch, and
had evidently been all over the
course, as he hailed Bergen wien he
met him and said The going is
best in the centre here: keep along
here and You will get the oest Of it. y
Bergen nodded assent and continued
/, on his way.
Mr.. Caldwell told Bergen to take Us
much space as he pleased for run
ming start, and the boy did not draw
rein until he was II furlong beyond
whore the gray-haired starter stood,
flag in band Namo M, with her
boys eyes as big and bright as beads
with excitement. took her position Ut
the post, and the instant Bergen
turned Salvatore head, and permitted
the gallant chestnut To get wed I'M
der way, the lad got Namouna go
ing.
Down toward the start Salvador
rushed, gaining impetus at each
bound, and when he flashed past the
starting post lie was running for Il
mans life, his 1lag-like tail sweeping
gracefully in the breeze, his neck out
stretched and eye fasting. Namouna
was well under way and about ten
lengths ahead, but Salvador wore
dowl her lead AZ his white legs played
in and out with thar machine like
regularity that is so dear TO the lover
Of the perfect race horse. There was
no poundin e, no waste action. no lost
power, and those "a mile away in the
grand stand awaiting his coming with
bated breath could not help comment
ing on the smooth, easy way in which
he flew over the ground.
The first quarter pole was passed in
234 seconds, the flag falling a. Saliva
tors nose showed on line with the
pole. Namouni was making desperate
Efforts TO hold her lead, The boy kick
ing her ribs and urging her 10 her
best endeavors. A hundred yards fur
Their the king of the turf passed her
with that wonderful rush that has
raised hope high in the breast of his
backers on nImberiess occasions, and
painted despair on the faces OF those
who have had the assurance to back
any racehorse to defeat him. When
the chestnut reaches the half-iniie
pole Namouna Is fifteen lengths il the
rear Trainer Byrnes is awaiting him
there, and under his instructions Ro-
settle is in motion when Salvador
comes laundering along, his hoofs
beating a rataplan on the earth, which
They seem to touch 20 lightly.
Bergen was running with his hands.
but his steel shod heels had us yet
not visited the glossy SIDES, nor had
the heaving tlanks feit the stipgs OF
the merciless whip. Salvador is as
honest Il horse as eyer lived, and he
was doing all he knew how. His feet
spurned The dust, his ears were play
ing to and fro, and his eyes appeared
to be riveted on the eXpectanG and
excited multitude in the grand stand.
which by this time were on their
feet.
The hoarse murmur is plainly dis
tinguishable, and Bergen realizes
that he is near the goal. A hundred
yards more and he is riding HARD, the
lash falling lightly two or three times
and thu colt bounds forward with re-
newed vigor Bergen, with lowered
head. rides us though y kingdom de-
pended on the issue, and the gal
horse, answering every call, fairly
flies, and darrs past the wire in 1851,
eclipsing all records.