e, bay colt, 3, by Sir Dixon--Alpena. Owned by Capt. S. S. Brown.

DESCRIPTION OF RACE.

Today is Derby Day in Louisville and the thirty-first running of the
Kentucky Derby was won by Capt. S. S. Brown's Agile, with Ram's Horn in
second place and Layson third. The attendance was the largest in the
history of the famous track and the twenty thousand people who stood and
watched the race looked like a solid mass of humanity. At 1 o'clock the
track was a sea of mud, but after an hour's working it had dried out
considerably and was in fair condition when the bugle called the Derby
candidates to the post.

The crowd waited patiently for the Derby, which was the fourth race on the
card and at 15 minutes past 4 o'clock the three colts passed from the
paddock out into the broad, heavy path. A cheer that is almost a roar goes
up from the crowd. The parade takes but a few minutes and they passed on
up to the turn, where Starter Dwyer gives the boys a few words of
instructions and almost before the crowd has had time to realize it,
they're off to a beautiful start, and here they come on the trip that
means so much to the admirers of both star performers.

Jockey Martin has his orders regarding Agile, and obeying these
instructions to the letter, he starts out to show Ram's Horn a merry time,
because it is a well-known fact that the son of Bute is unable to do
himself justice in the mud. They pass the stand with Agile a length in
front, while Jockey Lyne, on Ram's Horn, is trying to rate his colt and
keep him within striking distance of the leader. Even at this early point
in the race Layson is hopelessly beaten and even to the most
inexperienced, he is merely running for the money that goes to the third
horse. The cherry jacket and blue cap which is on Agile's back bobs up and
down like a cork in a choppy sea. The black silk on Ram's Horn's back
moves through space with very little motion. A long roar like the snarl of
a multitude of bulldogs comes from the stand and spreads itself over the
crowd in the infield and reverberates from the whitewashed barns on the
other side of the beautiful course. This is the cry of the people from the
Blue Grass land, friends of Ram's Horn, the poor man's horse. The real
race has only begun.

As they round the first turn, Martin lets out a wrap and Agile shoots
forward like an arrow from a bow. Ram's Horn is too close for comfort,
and the boy has orders to keep the lead. Then they turn into