The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1905-06-17
4 TRICKY JOCKEY.


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Barney Schneider once haa !. i.
tle colored rider named Fel;T Z c =.
working for him who won ! r raoa
once through bis cleverness, which bSsb
saved Schneider snut fortune > >
sald 9 follower of the ponies the 9TH
e. Gay. 1T was at st. Louis and
schneider had q horse entered. the
name Of which I.have forgotten. Il
was strictly a two horse race. and
Schneider did not think he could
peat the other horse, but took J, !
chance straight as well as place
The horse had bad habit Of ston.
ping, and the colored boy who. rode
MN knew this as well as any one.
Il another horse would hang along
with him ne would fight gamely, but
as soon as the horse drew away then
Schreiber's horse was ready to quit.
lie knew when he was beaten.
When the betting began the fa-
vorlte was a | to 4 shot, and Schrei-
ber)s horse was at good long price
to win. Schneider backed his horse
heavily, and the field was finally
called to the post and sent away
The boy on Schreiber's horse knew
ne could keep up for six furlongs in
any company, SO he drew up along
side OF the jockey on the favorite
and said, with tears in his eye-and
ne could cry bit, too, when neces-
sary: Say, Bud, rs got my life down
on this boss to run second. Ef you
will Just stick alongside O. him to de
lass fifty yards rs done suah to get
de place. Eff you draw away from
this ole nag he done quit to walk,
an my moneys gone. know amt
able to beat you, but l wants dat
place money. You stick to me an
not run away when we hit de
str1ight.'
"By that time the horses were just
passing the half mile pole. The lit
tie colored boy was a good Judge of
pace, and while he was talking all
the time he was easing up, so that
by the time the two horses had gone
four furlongs they had slackened
their speed unconsciously. There
was nothing else in the race fast
enough to keep up. The boy on the
favorite swelled up like toad when
the colored rider told him he knew
the favorite had no chance to lose,
and he said he would let Schreiber's
horse take the place. That choco-
late colored lad knew he had won
his opponent over. If the speed they
were maintaining was kept up to
the last fifty yards he would turn
his mount loose from there to the
wire, and it would have taken a
Dick Welles or Voter or an Ivan
the Terrible to catch him then. Sit
ting down low in his saddle ready to
make the final squirt, the colored lad
waited patiently. Never was there a
lad more confident of winning than
the rider of the favorite unless it
was his colored opponent.
sGoodby,' said the white boy just
as they drew inside the final six
tenth pole. Instead of responding
that chocolate drop went to work.
| No game Of craps would draw out
more perspiration than the work ne
put in on Schreiber's horse from
there to the wire. It was simply a
sixteenth of mile sprint, and when
| the wire was crossed Schreiber's col
| ors were in front. There never was
full moon that shone more than
that boys face when he returned to
the judges stand. Those artificial
tears dried up, and in their stead
were smiles extending both ways OF
the features. He had won the race
only by clever work and by setting
a trap into which the favorite's rid
er had fallen. It was probably un-
fair, but jockeys say anything that
| is not criminal is fair in horse rae
ing."-Kansas City Star.
/