The weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1891-1894, 1892-06-25
Montana Ridden BY snapper Garrison
Winner of a Grand
Race.
A Magnificent Finish in which the
Great Jockey Showed his
Skill in Riding.
Major DOmO Almost a Sure Winner
Until Nearly the Last
Moment.


S%HEEPsHEAD BAY RACE TRACK. June
IS. Suburban day dawned bleak and
without sunshine. The sky was filled
with rain-laden clouds. but they didn't
break and the track. strange to say. was
dry and fast. BY o'clock fully $4,000
people were present. while incoming
trains emptiad thousands more. BY the
time the race was called every available
space was occupied by the pushing.
jostling. good natured crowd hurrying
from bookmakers' booths to obtain adj
v~antageous positions to witness the
greatest race of the year. The
horses tina lined up before Starter
Rowe for the suburban with jockeys
and betting were; Pessara tTarall,
/ to l. Mayor Domo OLamleyl t to /.
Picknicker Hayward ~ to l. Loco
hatch Hamilton 10 to l. Russell dit
tletieldl 80 to l. Tournament (Narvicel
- to !. His Highness Murphy 3 to /.
Poet Scout lSimms' l. to l. Eaceland
Fitzpatrick, ) to l.. Montana won east
iy. Major Domo second, Lamplighter
third. Time 2:UG5a.
There were four false breaks. none of
them being further than a sixteenth of Il
mile in length.
At the fifth attempt they were run
ming in a compact bunch all being in
motion. Starter Rowe glanced over the
bunch, saw that the riders were waiting
FOR the word and as quick dis d fash
dow went the flag, while above all could
be heard his voice shouting. &C. The
zig crowd stood OF tiptoe and glanced
anXiousiy up the homestretch as the fly
ing mass of bright colors. eager faces
and swaying bodies of the hoses came
towards the judges stand. The first
time around Lambey occupied first
place with Major Domo at his heels.
Then came the western colt. the long
gated Poet Scout, His HIghness being
fourth. and Locohatchee last. Russell
made d bold break for the inner rail as
they were leaving the homestretch pre-
paratOry to making the turn into the
backstretch. but Lambey appreciated
mis- advantage and cut the rail SO close
that the spectators expected to see his
.cg crushed. At this point Locohatchee
vas absolutely last. while the favorite.
Montana, was only a length in front of
MN. Major Domo was speeding along
IN front Of his field as steadily as if he
we're a machine instead of a quadruped.
Garrison did not become ratified or dis
heartened. He knew that the leaders
we're gong too fast so early
IN the race and that they
would be'pulled out before the finishing
line was passed. IN the middle Of the
back stretch he made his first move on
the favorite. Ten lengths in front of
him he saw the horses that had been
hugging the rail begin to wobble over to
the middle of the track in their efforts
10 keep up with their companions. The
alert snapper drove Montana with his
hands a few minutes and the f~avorite
rushed up to the tail end Of the bunch
like a shot out of a cannon. His rush
electrified the spectators and with one
voice they cried out. "why. look at Mon
tana, he is not beaten after all" They
we're right, Garrison had Just com
menced to make his run.
Lambley OF Major Domo glanced over
his shoulder and saw the favorite com
ing through the bunch like a frightened
deer. He had two turns of reins on his
wrists. OF they came and Major Domo
feeling his head. rushed further out into
light and increased his lead to five
lengths. His hackers shouted exultant-
~ while the hackers of Montana grinned.
Coming into the stretch Garrison settled
himself for business and Morgan on
l.amplighter also began to ride. A fur
long from the finish Domo was
still ii length in front of
Montana with only IA sixteenth
TO do. Domo had still half a length the
best of 1t. Lambey began whipping for
dear life. Garrison assumed his famous
position, his back taking a hump and he
looked for all the world like a jack
rabbit about to spring. IN came Mon
tana as steady as a piston rod while
Major Domo swayed painfully. GarrisOn's
admirers cheered him and his gallant
horse rapidly AS they passed by the
judges first in the race for the great
suburban with Major Domo a head
away, L%amplighter finishing at MAYORS
throat latch.
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