The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1893-01-21
I'll do nv best, MarSa.


colt. Sam raked his poor brains in
vain to think of something that
could be easily spoken, and yet not
be frivolous, for he tondly imagined
his selection would become a house
hold word-something to be re-
membered by future generations,
and accordingly his responsibility
was great.
Indeed, it would seem to effect a
change in his manner of life. He
had moments of abstraction, fits OF
absent mindedness, and would sud-
denly pause in his work and rub his
bald head with a slow and careful
movement, as ii evolving the germ
of great thought. These periods
OF exertion were generally attended
by a reaction, and he would become
more despondent than ever. One
day, however, things came to
crisis; Sam disappeared for two
whole hours, and then suddenly
burst into the room, when Piercy sat
reading, his whole face srfused and
illuminated by great joy, and ex-
claimed with shout: rs got it,
massa; Is got it!
What have you got-a fever?
A fever of delight sar. Is got a
name TOR de colt, sar.
Sam paused in very impressive
and mysterious manner, as if to EN-
phasize the importance of what he
was about to say. Then very slowly
he spoke these word: De name is
Rammus.
What in the world made you
think of that, asked Piercy.
An SEPARATION, sar. A floor Of
light 'scended upon me, and 1t
whispered Rammus.
Piercy was very curious to know
how it came about that the negro
had thought OF his name. One day
he had need to consult the atlas on
a question Of history, and opening
the volume he came to page upon
which was the imprint of hugh
hand, and on that page was pic
ture of an ancient statue, showing
the figure Of an Egyptian king
whose Roman nose bore a striking
resemblance to that of the Wyan-
dotte colt, and underneath the pic
ture was the word "Rameses. The
greatest name in Egyptian history
was not inappropriate for a horse
that was designed to be a Sphynx to
the betting ring.
In the course of time the horse
men again gathered at Nashville
track to witness the fall meeting.
Among the arrivals was Uncle Silas
and his stable. He had captured
more than his share of the rich stakes
throughout the circuit that season,
and the two year old Express had
proved to be his mainstaY and prin-
cipal bread winner. In fact he was
acknowledged to be about the best
of his age in the West Slas felt
Justly proud OF him, and had almost
forgotten about the little ugly bay
he left home. Not 50 his daughter,
however, for she had noticed with
eager delight the familiar pedigree
on the score card
Among the races to be run the
opening day was the Trial States for
two year olds at mile. Express
was entered and billed to start, and
the Dooknrakers accordingly made
him hot favorite,- for he was sup
| posed to be from five~to ten pounds
better than any OF his competitors.
| The fact that he had never raced at
a mile did not seem to make any
difference, for they figured that class
Was superior to stamina, and that
his we'll known speed would bring
him through in safety. About
Rame5es they offered any odds, for
the horse was practically unknown
as he had been given no startling
trial to put the horsemen on theil
guard, In fact, Sam had worked
him entirely on the country roads,
and his training had been confined
to slow gallops and walking exercise
Naturally the betting ring held hin
in contempt, and the odds length
ened as the money poured in or
Express and the other candidates.
When Piercy, after giving hi:
trainer the last instructions, ap.
I preached the betting sheds the book
makers were offering 100 to I agains
his horse. He quietly placed a few
ten dollar bills, which materially
reduced these odds. as wa
leaving the ring he came face to face
with Uncle Silas The latter ex
tended his hand, for he was in (
magnanimous mood, and chose t.
forget old scores.
We'll, how are you, PiercyP Beer
backing Express 1 see, Couldn'
forget the old mans got chance
ell?
Not at all, Uncle, Pm playin:
Rames S, the Wyandotte colt, yol
know.
Well, swan you've get him il
the stake?
Yes, sir, and he's going to win i
too!
Silas gave a soft chuckle. H
; would not begrudge the boy his en-
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