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  fickle"!--is in the long run pitilessly severe upon her votaries, one and all, there are times and occasions on which she seems not indisposed to smile.


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id: 19041
title: Blister Jones
author: Foote, John Taintor
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  "''Just as she gets light to-morrow mawnin'','' I says quick, fur I hasn''t "''He was a better hoss to-day--that''s all I knows about it,'' I says. "''Well, it ain''t Friendless,'' says Harms as he leads the hoss into the "''Fur this hoss to win you don''t make a move on him,'' I says. You ain''t got a ticket to-day, have you?'' I says. "''I don''t like this race,'' he says, when he looks at the entries. "''You ain''t got a ticket to-day, ''n'' you know the answer,'' I says to "''I think I know where you can get the hoss you''re lookin'' fur,'' I says. "''They''re likely to ask a stiff price fur this hoss,'' I says when we gets "''Does you get a good price fur him?'' I says, like I don''t tumble to "''When you train a hoss fur a guy you do like he says, don''t you?'' I


id: 29093
title: Old Man Curry: Race Track Stories
author: Van Loan, Charles E. (Charles Emmett)
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  "Friend," said Old Man Curry, "I ain''t even started yet. Later the Bald-faced Kid came to Old Man Curry in the paddock. "He''s doing ''em a kindly act without knowing it," said Old Man Curry. Old Man Curry, owner of race horses, looked out of his tack-room door "It''s Old Man Curry''s horse," said the other. "Only one thing, Mose," said Old Man Curry. "Looks like a weight pad to me," said Old Man Curry, "with quite a "Son," said Old Man Curry, "I never think anything about a race until "You''d own a real race hoss, son," said Old Man Curry. "No-o," said Old Man Curry, "I reckon I won''t lick Mose--this time. the track to the back stretch, saw Old Man Curry lead a black horse "It won''t be a dog race," said Old Man Curry. "Boy," said Old Man Curry, "Johnson has got a colt named Zanzibar


id: 23599
title: The Big Fix
author: Smith, George O. (George Oliver)
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  I said, "What does Barcelona want with me?" Tomboy Taylor removed the stogie and said evenly, "Barcelona wants to When I got done gulping I said, "You mean Barcelona wants me to fix the I said, "Look, Tomboy, neither of them platers can even _run_ that far, "Barcelona says you know more about the horse racing business than any With those delicate lips still curved sweetly, she said, "Barcelona is "If Barcelona has such notions, Wally Wilson would know about it." I said slowly, "_If_ I were even thinking of working for Mr. Barcelona," A little bitterly I said, "One might think that Barcelona doesn''t trust "In the first place," she said, "I may have been seen in Barcelona''s terrific mental racket going on do not know that Barcelona is one of Barcelona looked at the odds on his horses. Delancey said to Barcelona, "You have had it, Joseph."


id: 11979
author: Cowper, William
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  [Illustration: The Diverting History of John Gilpin] ==THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN:== ==THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN:== _Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home John Gilpin''s spouse said to her dear, Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That''s well said; John Gilpin kissed his loving wife. John Gilpin at his horse''s side Away went Gilpin, neck or nought, Away went hat and wig; Away went Gilpin--who but he? "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here''s the house!" Said Gilpin--"So am I!" Away went Gilpin, out of breath, "I came because your horse would come; Went Gilpin''s hat and wig; And Gilpin, long live he; _In square crown 4to, picture covers, with numerous coloured plates._ 1 John Gilpin with their Coloured Pictures and numerous Outline Sketches_ Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 Caldecott''s Picture Book No. 2 different books, with their Coloured Pictures, and numerous Outline

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  The Diverting History of John Gilpin Showing How He Went Farther Than He Intended, and Came Safe Home Again


id: 36480
title: The Sweep Winner
author: Gould, Nat
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  "Poor little thing," said Jim. Glen lifted his hand from her bosom. "Hello, what brings you here?" said Bill Bigs, as Glen Leigh entered his "I guess we''d get better tucker in prison," said Jim. The word murder recalled to Glen''s mind the death of Calder. She looked at Jim, and Glen said, "He''s Jim Benny, another good friend. time," said Glen, "till we''ve had a look round." "I fancy Glen Leigh and Jim Benny know a good deal about Joe "Has Bellshaw some good horses?" enquired Glen. "Yes, I know Glen Leigh--a most interesting man," said Jerry Makeshift. "Glen Leigh and Bill Bigs have done well in Sydney with the show," said "Don''t let Bellshaw see her if by any chance he calls," said Glen, "but At night Bellshaw went to the Show and saw Glen Leigh ride The Savage. Leigh from winning if Barellan can''t come in first," said Bellshaw.


id: 39631
title: The Runaways: A New and Original Story
author: Gould, Nat
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  maid, and stay here until Warren returns," said the Squire. "Eli, I want to sit down and think," Ulick had said, and, wonderingly, not Mr. Ulick, Squire," said Eli, solemnly. About six months after Ulick Maynard left Hazelwell, Warren Courtly she would be forced to it by the man who led her astray," said Eli. Ulick took his hand and shook it heartily. "I thought you would like him," said Eli. Irene went up to him and patted him gently. "You ought to have come to me, Warren," said the Squire, kindly, as he "I wonder what my father will think of his colour?" said Ulick to the "I am very glad Irene was so happy at Hazelwell," said the Squire. "Irene," he said, in a low voice, "Ulick has told me Warren is very "Irene is coming for dinner to-night," said the Squire, as he looked at


id: 32554
title: History of the Kentucky Derby, 1875-1921
author: O''Connor, John Lawrence
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  stand, Baden-Baden winning by little over a length, Leonard second, a head all his running and won the race like the first-class colt that he is, Lord Murphy drew clear and won the race by a length and a half, Falsetto running, held the lead from start to finish, and won like a first-class Third Race--The Kentucky Derby, for three-year-olds, $100 entrance, half The race of the year, the Kentucky Derby came, and after the ten were Third Race--The Kentucky Derby, for three-year olds; $100 entrance, h f; Third Race--The Kentucky Derby, for three-year olds; $100 entrance, h f; who held his lead, and won by a length and a half, Jim Gore second a Third Race--The Kentucky Derby, for 3-year olds, foals of 1884, $100 The Kentucky Derby this year went to a Lexington owned and trained horse. The Derby was a true run race and the best horse won and as the English


id: 40301
title: Sporting Society; or, Sporting Chat and Sporting Memories, Vol. 1 (of 2)
author: nan
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  _The Times_ says:--"New Sporting Stories are written by a man who asking a man so long a distance to shoot nothing was very little short "Let''s look at the birds, av ye plaze, sir," said Billy, who began to "That''s a horse to back," said a sly-looking little man in a large drab "The object of my coming," continued the sly-looking little man, "is to "Never mind, Alice, dear," said Fortescue, "the old horse will carry me "Capital jumpers both," said the sly-looking little man; "the horse for "It will be a close thing," said the sly-looking little man; "the mare "Ay, give him his bridle!" said the sly-looking little man; "he can "That he did," said the sly-looking little man. thoroughbred horse ought to be, he looked at Little Lady and said, distance every day, till Locker said I was a "level time" man, and if I


id: 40302
title: Sporting Society; or, Sporting Chat and Sporting Memories, Vol. 2 (of 2)
author: nan
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  whirled away with their horses and grooms; have a gallop, come home, or for himself and a bucket of gruel for his horse, gets home in good time but a very little way when I saw Wallace coming along, and to my great way:--One day I went into the stable yard and saw the cat walking said he, "you don''t want a pony, but a good tall horse as''ll keep you The more I looked the less I liked the appearance of either horse or KATE''S DAY WITH THE OLD HORSE KATE''S DAY WITH THE OLD HORSE "Cousin Kate is a rare believer in the old horse," remarked George horse-dealers, telling me that their "show day" was to come off next "What!" said the astonished old man, "the Grand Silverpool?--my horses "Are your horses here?" said the sly-looking little man. "By G--," said the sly-looking little man, "I thought there was


id: 35618
title: Fast as the Wind: A Novel
author: Gould, Nat
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  He was about to turn away when Picton looked round and said with a "''Cause he''s a good plucked ''un, a fighter, a brave man," said Brack. "Brack been spinning yarns?" said Picton, who knew the old man. Dick Langford told Brack''s story to Picton Woodridge and Captain Ben. Both listened attentively: it was immensely interesting to them. "I like him," said Picton; "he looks a good sort." "Come up," said Ben, thinking it passing strange the man did not give "A man," said Ben. He was not a good hand at this sort of thing; he "Glovey''s inside; I''ll send him out," said Ben. When the man was gone Picton stepped inside and looked at his brother Now who may you be, my good man?" said Brack, Mrs. Elroy saw Picton, recognized him, and said to Hector: "That is


id: 56753
title: Satanella: A Story of Punchestown
author: Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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  "Not ride her!" answered Miss Douglas, opening her black eyes wide. "You found her as good as she looks," said Miss Douglas. "I should hope Miss Douglas will never ride that animal now," said Miss Douglas had long promised General St. Josephs that she would General St. Josephs cursed himself for an old fool twenty times a day, "Then it''s a lady," said Daisy, apparently but little interested in the "Ye''re a wild girl, Norah!" said Lady Mary, shaking her handsome head. "What sort of people _do_ you like, dear?" said she, in answer to the "I''ve marked your card for you, Miss Douglas," said the General. "He''s a good mile horse anywhere," said the quiet man, who had backed tea, Miss Douglas walked across the room like a queen, took Norah''s "But if I--if I don''t like her well enough," said poor Daisy, looking


id: 53835
title: Light Come, Light Go: Gambling—Gamesters—Wagers—The Turf
author: Nevill, Ralph
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  gaming at White''s--The Arms of the Club--The old betting-book A gives B one thousand guineas to play in this manner six hours a day fashionable gaming-houses of his time, frequently played through a pleasure and because the game amuses me, whilst you play merely to win." Though Fox rather excelled at card games of skill, horse-racing was a number of ladies kept what were practically public gaming-tables to having "played at a certain fraudulent and unlawful game called faro, played for were ten pounds a game, and guineas were betted on the odd gambling-tables at country race meetings, whose banks he was given to Club, in old days notorious for high play, still exists. he lost very large sums at the gaming-table, where he once staked existence of the Paris gaming-tables there was at times a good deal In 1814 the stakes on the tables of the French gaming-houses consisted


id: 55323
title: Garryowen
author: Stacpoole, H. De Vere (Henry De Vere)
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  "Now, Moriarty," said Miss French, when she had cleared herself "Bother," said Miss French as Moriarty picked up the discarded cloak "I did," said Miss Grimshaw, "if you mean a man in a tall hat." "And this man has come down to arrest the horses?" said Miss Grimshaw. "I like this room," said Miss Grimshaw, looking round at the books and "I''ll come down and look at the sea," said Miss Grimshaw, who could not "Well, I''ll lay a stick on him," said French, "if he comes round asking "Come in," said French, and the girl followed him into the one room "Moriarty," said Miss Grimshaw, "I want to speak to you." "Yes," said Miss Grimshaw, "I told old Mrs. Moriarty--you remember that Mr. French," said Miss Grimshaw. "Moriarty," said Mr. French, "Mr. Giveen has found out where we are. "Moriarty," said Miss Grimshaw, "show this--man the horses."


