Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 July 1883 — HORSE VS. BOAT. [ARTICLE]

HORSE VS. BOAT.

A Novel Race—A Horse Beaten by a Sall Boat. [Telegram from New York city.] A steel-gray horse and a skeleton wagon in which sat a determined-looking man wearing a linen duster, with a straw battled under his chin, sped away from the corner of Madison avenue and Twenty-seventh street at 5 o’clock this morning. Simultaneously a catanmran sail-boat scudded into the East river from the foot of Twenty-fourth street The race between Ezra Daggett’s horse, Boston, and Frederick Hughes’ catamaran, Jesse, to Stony Creek, Ct, ninety miles away, for 11,000 a side, had begun. Trainer ScJhenck followed Daggett in a square-box buggy. When the trainer pulled rein on ms tired nag in front of the Huguenot Hotel in New Rochelle at 7:80 o’clock in the morning, he "had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Daggett hop nimbly up behind Boston and whirl away. The owner ha’ in half an hour rested his horse and refreshed himself The groom sard that Boston had riot turned a hair in his Jaunt of eighteen miles. At 7:58 o’clock a crowd on the shore of the sound saw Jesse sail by. Two minutes later, Mr. Schenck, with a fresh horse, was pursuing Boston. New Rochelle was excited. It had bet 12,500 variously on the raca At 1 . Bp. m. a reporter who had gone to Bridgeport by ra 1 saw Boston approaching in a cloud of dust Half of the dust belonged to Mr. Schenck’s horse. Boston had come the forty-four miles from New 'Rochelle in six hours and three minutes. The distance of twenty-three miles between Stamford and Bridgeport was trotted in two and a quarter hours. It was a race nearly all the wav. A great crowd gathered at the stable. The wind had shifted to the south since 10 o’clock, and was now favoring the. boat. At 1:46 o’clock the horses turned their heads toward New Haven The sun was blazing down They were soon covered with foam, but the road was fine, and they got over eight miles to Milford in thirtyeight minutes. City folks in the summer residences, who knew the New York horse was to pass their way, were out looking for it Bbiorethe travelers reached New Haven they were almost certain that the boat was ahead of them. • • A ►teady southerly breeze had been bio w ing for five hours, and must have carried the boat beyond New Haven, barring an accident, but they urged the horses on It was 9:80 p. m. when Boston trotted through Water street, New Haven, past the railroad station, with ten miles yet to go to Stony Creek. He was going about six miles an hour. Here Mr. Daggett got word that he had lost the race. The catamaran had passed New Haven at 2:30. Crossing Tomlinson’s bridge, the cool breeze from the harbor struck Boston and chilled him to the bone. He dropped into a walk, and Mr. Daggett halted under a dump of trees and rubbed him down and poured a few drops tpf spirits down his throat. He rallied and spun over another mile to the Four Corners House.reaching it a little after 4:30. A telephone message announcing the arrival of the catamaran at Stony Creek, greeted Mr. Daggett, here, and he rested his horse until 7, and then drove leisurely to Stony Creek, arriving there at 8:45. Time for ninety miles, fifteen hours and forty-five minutea The horse was ifi good condition, and was treated to a feed of nay and bran mash. To-night he shows no signs of having covered ninety miles since morning.