Year: 1874

''DO you Waut 10 Ftue TO prospect PdrKf" 10 go
TO the Prospect Park races you must make your
starting Point at Fulton ferry Beware of some
OF the hackmen alter you have encountered the
peris OF the briny. East River. Unless you can Sc
cure the right kind of driver you will be pulled to
pieces from the sheer affection of those shouting
maniacs who haunt the points of egress from New
York CITY, like so many wicked demons at the u
trance Of an enchanted cavern.


Stepping from the boat to the gangway you
hear pensive looking rough say to brother
rough, meditatvely:-


al tell you, Jim II the Brooklyn Bridge was TO
fall on one OF these ferryboats sudden there would
be good many hats blocked tor nothing"


The great American hackman at the Brooklyn
side OF the ferry Is certain Tom Donnely, who Is
a sort Of carriage driving Rothschd. He has Eve
hacks under his control. and when a stranger
lands from the ferry who has speculation in his
eyes and looks as II he were deslrous OF aunt to
the races Tom does not attempt to tear the
clothing OF the back OF the applicant. does he
follow the fashion OF his tribe by swearing at his
customer until the unfortunate man becomes blue
IN the face with horror, but he gently grasps the
lapel OF the strangers coat with his right hand
and kindly "watzes" HIM toward the hack
through the door OF which he thrusts his customer
to the seat. Tins is combining the suautter in
n.odo with the torttter In re.


STREET, ROAD AND LEAFY LANE.


And now we are of and away ON the low grade
OF Fulton street and up into the heart Of the city,
Tom giving his Hambetonians touch OF the whip
that makes them bounce. "Do you see that of
mare there?" pointing TO gray steed In his
team. ''LoOk how fat and beautiful she looks.
When got her first she was as thin as rail and
now her ribs are bursting with fat"


The hack driver Is good deal OF philoso-
pher and something OF an observer. Look
ing at the long ranges or fences on the way to
Prospect Park, IN the vicinity OF Flatoush avenue
ne notices the various highly colored theatrical
StOwblllS and remarks:-


IL see that they are making regular pcures out
of the Sc posters. Why. I've often thought that
they are so pretty.n


Alter awhile ne gers another idea and makes


al see that the HERALD is stirring up the Central
Park Commissioners about the croqueG playing
There was funny letter from the Old lady VINO
signs herself 'GrandmOther' and IL made me
laugh all over. She said she would like some hus-
bands for her unmarried granddaughters, and sue
wanted the kind OF fellows that make $50 u week,
but II she couldn't get any at $50 week she'd
take some at $50. don't DOUBT her at all, but
think that the old lady is little too hign priced
for me. There isn't SO many OF them fish SWIM
min now as there used TO be-"


BROOKLYN BLOoDS IN THE PARK.


There Is q curious set OF men VINO drive through
Prospect Park ana affect the ''sport" or
''bloOd." Here is one young boy behind q fast
IN ,he ton and s ie a
stuck in the band. He has pale kid gloves, fancy
scarf with horses head placed In the centre.
His muStache Is beautiful to behold, ana the
fragrance Of the hair oil under his felt hat leaves
wake behind him: Tue writer asks the question of
the hackman, ''WhO Is that loudooklng gentleman
behind that bay mare ?" He answers slowly and
in a sarcastic tone,


that is. He tells every one that his name is
Charles Augustus Prentice Low Luaueer McNulty
Remsen, and he has half dozen other names IN


The ride through Prospect Park on this noble
September day Is one that indeed might be en-
trees In secluded and iar-away roads; and now as
we sweep along there Is glimpse OF an arm OF a
lake, glance at tiny waterfall. vista Of rare
1Ower beds and patch Of exotics; then again,
we catch Meeting view of rural bower or
quaint srbor and her. ere ,. an , open bay,
and on It's quicksilver surface are dozens OF
lads in rowboats padding 10 the water and tow
topgallant, in their endeavors to catch a breeze.
TO the left Is large grassy field, smooth as the
palm Of lady's hand, and near Its margin are
engaged in the maddeninR game OF base bali.
They are SO far, On that they look Ike
OF ne Soces can be ao@
peaceful everything seems, animate and mani
matel And even the leaves on the trees are
the song Of the wild spirits that are said
to haunt the graves OF the lost Indian tribes on
moist and soft, the people whom we pass on by
roads glide silently by. and their FOOTBALLS are with
out ecno or even reVerDerati0n. OCcaSlOnaliy one
OF the "b'hOys" thunders by behind framework
OF a horse, which he lashes mady as he sits, or
rather perches, at an angle OF lorty-fve degrees
IN vehicle which Is q compound of y fish wagon
@ street sprinkler and an old time sulky. "One OF
the Old sports, who must and shall be respected"
suggests our driver, and now we are at the gates
OF the Prospect PARK racing grounds, having
bowled along the smooth and wide Boulevard at
spanking rate.


AT THE GRAND STAND.


And now we are at the race course and there Is
the usual group or ladies with paniers, who have
their hearts set on green, blue, cherry lilac
their sympathes may be Interested. 1t Is three
O'Clock before the races ore started, and all this
while the spectators. who are not In great num-
bers, are compelled to listen to the maddenlng
and mOnOtOnous tones of Johnson, the pool seller,
who, It is said. was originally intended as an ex.
hOrter Tor the Methodist Church. His vocation
certainly has been missed, and had he been lost
the po0seling fraternity there would be less pro.
ianity IN Its vicinity.


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