He kept the lead for full half an hour, frequently neighing as if in triumph and derision.

I thought of John Gilpin's celebrated ride, but that was child's play to this.

The proverb says, 'The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong,' and so it proved in the present instance.

My mustang was obliged to carry weight, while his competitors were as free as nature had made them.

A beautiful bay, who had trod close upon my heels the whole way, now came side by side with my mustang, and we had it hip and thigh for about ten minutes, in such style as would have delighted the heart of a true lover of the turf.