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gan to snow so damned hard you couldn’t se€ 100 feet. The spectators shivered and shook or else stayed in their cars. The horses under coolers also shivered and shook as, heaven knows, so did I.
After the usual milling about we finally got to the post, cold and miserable and wishing we were safe home where we ought to have been.
Mrs. Peal on that big chestnut beast looked particularly unhappy as he lunged and fought for his head as we walked up to Louis Leith, the starter.
After the flag dropped we started off at a devil of a clip for the first huge looking fence. I took Red Flower well back and placed her into it nicely — or at least hoped I had, for you couldn’t see a thing in the swirling snow except the back of the man and horse in front of you. But, to my joy and relief the mare flew it like a clipper, well up over it, and lit running on the other side.
She felt good, keen and fresh, and was pulling my arms out running down towards the second fence where you’ve got to bend left-handed after crossing a small stream.
Again she jumped beautifully, not losing a second but placing herself nicely. After a
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