The sun shines
bright in the old Kentucky home...
I could hear
Larry singing above me. And I was singing myself.
...By'n by hard
times comes a knocking at the door, then my old Kentucky home, Good-night!
more, my lady, Oh! weep no more today! We will sing one song for the old
For the old
Kentucky home, far away. "Jesus," Larry said, "you're
galloped by us in their warm-up, and I picked out Chateaugay. Baeza was wearing
silks that the program called "fawn." Chateaugay looked fine but, then,
so did they all.
They moved far
away, to the starting gate at the opposite end of the homestretch. We could not
see them enter but we could tell by the absence of noise. Then in the distance
there was a flash of motion as the metal doors sprang open all at once and a
terrible roar from everyone and the horses were running toward us from very far
There was too
much noise to hear the call, but when they came around our turn, a quarter of a
mile into the mile-and-a-quarter race, we could hear the noise of their hooves
and see their colors and numbers.
appeared to be sixth. I said "damn" out loud but no one heard me. Larry
was screaming. No Robbery was near the front.
Then the horses
disappeared. I could make out nothing in the distance. The noise kept up as
they moved in a pack through the backstretch and around the final turn. Then
even more noise as they straightened to attempt the final, brutal quarter