ARTEMUS WARD, JUN., ON THE RACE-COURSE.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XI, Issue 224, 12 September 1876, Page 4

ARTEMUS WARD, JUN., ON THE RACE-COURSE.

[Weekly Girdle] Our correspondent Wesc supplies us with the following : — The celebrated Artsmus Ward, jun., like his father, is rapidly bringing himself into publio notoriety. He is about tbe strongest freak of human nature it has ever been our lot to witness. Last week he got it into his bead tbat his old horse Nebb could do a race or two. Anyhow, he determined to enter him for the Maiden Plate of 15,000 dollars. There was a perfect jubilee of fun as Artemus mounted his old stager and drew up among the competitors ; but when Artemus gripped the pommel of the saddle with his left band, and threw his legs forward nearly on the horse's neck, there arose a perfect hurricane of laughter among the betting men. It is well to state here that Artemus provided himself with a combustible whip, prepared for the occasion. But now tha horses were arranged by the starter and umpire. Ward took a position in the middle, looking anything but graceful. I was going to proceeJ further about Artemus letting oif some practical curses at his old horse when I heard the starter crying out, "Are you all ready ?" " I'm in old boss," respooded Artemus, while throwing his body into a strange contortion. The signal was given, Artemus used his infernal whip; and at each stroke a species of bomb burst followed by a streak of fire. The rest of the horees were terrified and bolted, several of the jockeys being capsized. The rest could not get them to face the infernal machine, and in consequence, Artemus came in a winner by fifteen lengths, amidst the greatest enthusiasm ever witnessed on an American race course. *™" n ' ' HKS»"S"™SS9H*