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A DAY'S RIDE. At four o'clock on the morning of the 22nd of I May last, Francesco Peralto, the Mexican rider, mounted on a fleet horse, dashed away from the judges' stand in Fleetwood Park, and began a ride of 305 miles, which he hoped to accomplish within fifteen hours. At 6.31 o'clock in the evening the same indetatig.ible rider dashed up to the judges' stand, reining his steed on to its haunches, the task completed, and twenty-nine minutes to spare. Thirty-four horses and six mustangs had been pro vided, as Mr Bergh (of a certain New York society) had refused to permit the ride unless forty horses were used.' Of these a dozen at a time were kept in readiness beside the judges' stand. Here Carillo, the friend of Peralto and his rival as a rider, saddled e )ch horse, looking carefully to the girths, and drawing the *i>tcrt strap with a skill and degree of tightness only attained by long practice. Peralto changed horses at the end of each mile, sometimes springing from the back of one to that vi another without touching the ground, and always changing so quickly that the average time between the stop- ping of one horse and the starting of the next was but four seconds. Peralto wore a jockev cap of blue silk and a suit of black, of which he soon doffed the coat, riding most of the time in his shirt sleeves. He also wore goggles and used a respir- ator, an ingenious contrivance covering the month and materially aiding the breathing^ At 8.23 o'clock he had completed 100 miles, and then rested for nine minutes, during which time he was exam- ined by his physician, who pronounced him to be in capital condition. At 9.41 Peralto left the track for twenty-four minutes for breakfast. At 11.11 o'clock he had completed just half his ride, and was speeding on his monotonous rounds with un- diminished vigour. At noon he rested for twenty minutes, was undressed, sponged, and changed his underclothing. After taking a little beef tea and a sip of lemonade he was again up and off, amid the cheers of the spectators. About one Mr Bergh appeared on the scene, and after watching the rider for a short, time and consulting with his officers, said he was satisfied that everything was as it should be, though, for his part, he could nov see. where the fun came in. At this time. too, ten fresh horses were added to the number already on hand. The best time was made on the 154th mile, which was covered in 2.10 by a wiry-little sorrel mustang known as Little Tom. Remlto took his last rest of eleven rninutes at three o'clock, and was given a glass of oatmeal water. For the last five miles the plucky rider showed what he could still do by springing directly from one saddle to another without stopping. The 305th mile was completed in 2.14 minutes. As he then reined in his smoking pony, a thousand friends pressed for- ward to shake hands and congratulate him, but the doctor interfered and Peralto rode away to the clubhouse, where he was rubbed and put immedi- ately to bed. He was in good couditicn, though his pulse beat at 140, and he had nearly lost ten pound during his tremendous ride. In the course of it he was thrown by one horse, and another went lame and had to be changed.—New York Times.


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