Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-03
HOW JOCKEY WALKER WON
HIS RACE ON HIMYAR

stable whiting s<jcx when his friend
came over and told him that Dave Moore
was fayurfte over Himyar and the identity
putting up the money. Very much perturb-
ed at the news, the major started on g.
still hunt for his jockey.
Behind the barn Walker, the famous
mufatto who had ridden Ten Brock in all
Of his races. was finishing his toilet when
his employer came UP with. Look here,
Billy, the pooling Is very suspicious on this
race. A man whom you and both know
Is backing Dave Moore so heavily that he
has made him the fayorite. Now, Billy.
you know as well as do that Himyar can
win this race. and by the eternal he shalt"
As he said this the irate major whipped
out a long Colts revolver and continued
Now, Billy, am sheriff OF Woodford
county and / would protect law and order,
but If anything wrong develops In this race
there will be some action from me-. / am
going over in the field here with the trainer
and we will stand at the last eighth pole
in the stretch. If / see any reason to think
everything is not all right, somebody is &C.
ing to get hurt
The two horses were warmly greeted
they came on the track. Hmyar big.
rangy sixteen-hand bay showing quality all
over, while Dave Moore built on sturdier
scale. was also a fine individual The two
lined up opposite, the stand and at the tap
OF the drum went away as one horse.
Horses Neck and Neck.
AS was expected, Dave Moore set the pace
ind he set it pretty lively for race at two
miles, the first mile in 1:41. Himyar
length back under a wrap. In the run TO
the quarter Walker gave Himyar more rein
and the mighty bay drew gradually up
to the others flank, then his saddle and
passing the half mile pole Moore led only
by neckS and Swim, his jockey was at
work
But the resistless bays shadow at his head,
like Nemesis that would not be denied,
drew up on even terms with Moore and at
the far turn, a mighty shout from the
crowd showing the excitement of the mass
ed thousands at the exciting nature of the
struggle. Reaching the home turn Htmyar
on the outside. showed his head in 'front.'
but Moore, under pressure, hung on SO Wen
that the two reached the straight virtually
on even terms.
Now the two horses were dashing toward
the goal and the 10,6a0 spectators were in
a ferment. If you want to see the motions
and frienZied demeanor OF a great crowd
of racegoeers when big race is on, go to
the infeld There you will witness sights
that you will never forget of the strained
and tense mass OF faces in your 'front.'
while the roar of the crowd as the horses
draw near and pass is like the pulsations
of the sea beating on ocean shores!
At the eighth pole, in the grass close to
the fence, stood the bearded Major and his
trainer. Himyar locked TO hold the race
safe as Walker still had a wrap on his
horse, while Swim. on Moore. was working
hard Major Thomas accordingly. was
saying to his trainer, "Himyar wins easily,
when suddenly Swim, with whip and spur,
drew up even with Himyar, the crowd
shouting, Moore wins!
Revolver Comes in Play
In an instant the Major turned TO see
the cause of these shouts. The two horses
were within fifty yards of where he stood
and were on even terms, with this differ
Val Himyar otiDntpU a
Swim's efforts on Moore and could clearly
go away at any moment.
With Major Thomas this dallying with
his horse could not be brooked and the old
soldiers countenance changed from con-
tentment to wrath. Pulling out his big re-
volver he waited till the two horses were
abreast of him and then let out at his
jockey: Walker, go on with that horse;
you know met
The setting sun glistened on the polished
barrel of the excited majors weapon, and
the CLINT struck Walkers eye slmutane-
ously with the sound OF his employers
wra1hy. tones of command. Bending for
ward in his addle he let Himyar's head
free
In one jump he led half a length in an
other he drew clear and left his opponent
struggling in the rear like a waterlogged
ship. Himyar won in a gallop by two
lengths amid shouts that made the welkin
ring
AFTER the race walker explained 70 AtJoF
Thomas that he was trying to draw fine
finish and meant to win by only neck or
half a length, to which his employer an
swered: That's all right now, Billy, but let
me give you word of advice, Don't ever
draw any fine finishes when you are riding
horse owned by Kentucky sheriff with
a gun 1t was Himyar's last race, for
he went to the stud the next year.
There never was more esteemed and re-
spected character than the lat turfman,
whose recent death leaves void not easily
filled. At his farm, Dixiana, his gateway
bore the unique sign:
THE Home of Himyar. All visitors well
come except book agents and lightning rod
men,
Major Thomas was eighty years. old at
the time of his death and the oldest of
American turfmen save John Davis OF
Missouri, who trained for the OFallons,
Harneys and others. c. c. P