The crowd went wild. Some churlish souls later hinted that Buckle had let her win and had proved himself a perfect gentleman by the delicacy with which he kept the race so close. But Buckle was known as the most honest jockey of his day and it would have gone against his grain to throw a race, even out of courtesy, and even for a lady. At any rate, his loss cost him little; he led a long and honored life and ended his days as a successful gentleman farmer.
Mrs. Thornton seemed to think she had won fairly and well, to judge by yet another literary outburst, in which she describes her riding with a skill second only to that of Muhammad Ali.
I put all his trials of skill to the stand,
For the jockey Buck I nearly threw from his seat.
He recovered his saddle, by seizing the mane,
My mare dared forward, as swift as the wind,
Nor heard I of the horse or of Buckle again,
Till I turned, and beheld them come panting behind.
My pleasure alone, that sensation defies,
Which the Laplander courts from the breeze of the south,
When I saw my Buck distanced, and dashed up the lines
With my mare hard in hand, and my whip in my mouth.