The hosses both cum up tew the skore in the immejiate visinity ov each
uther, and got the wurd tew go, the fust time.
The gra mare waz druv bi "Dave Larkin," and the hoss was handled bi
"Ligh Turner."
Tha trotted sublimely, az cluss az the Siamese twins; the mare with her
hed hi up and her noze full ov winde; the hoss waz stretched out tite,
like a chalk line; tha passed the haf mile pole simultaneously, time, 2
minnits.
Now the kontest becum exsiting, "Dave" hollered, and "Ligh" yelled--on
tha kum, the mare gru higher, and the hoss gru longer--tha make the last
turn tew onst--tha look like a dubble team--the exsitement grows more
intensely--the crowd sways to and fro--the ox cart trembles--tha cum!
tha cum! sich shouting, sich yelling, sich swearing, sich chawing
terbacker, waz never herd before; the mare iz ahed!--no, the hoss iz
ahed! 'tis even, 'tis a ded hete, tha pass the ox kart--the hoss wins bi
3 quarters ov an inch, time 4 minnits lacking 2 seckunds.