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 But Gaylad passed the filly; Passed Jack Costigan on Chili; Cut down the coward Wakatip and challenged Guelder Rose. . . Here it was he showed his cunning— Let the mare make all the running: They turned into the straight at stride for stride and nose for nose.

But Babs was just beginning To have fears about his winning: In fact, to tell the truth, my hero felt inclined to cry; For the Rose was still in blossom; And two lengths behind her Possum And gallant little Sterling, slow but sure, were drawing nigh.

Yes! Babsie’s heart was failing; For he felt old Gaylad ailing: Another fifty yards to go! . . . he felt his chance was gone. Could he do it? much he doubted: Then the crowd—oh, how they shouted! For Babs had never dropped his whip, and now he laid it on!

Down the straight the leaders thundered While the people cheered and wondered, For ne’er before had any seen the equal of that sight;