KUMURAU RACES.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XIII, Issue 4021, 26 January 1892, Page 2

KUMURAU RACES.

A Desoriptto Baport

A correspondent of the Greytown paper sends the following rather amusing account of tho races held nt Kunierau on Anniversary Day :—I aint no great shakes at writing to a newspaper, but I want to tell you about the races at Kumuran jesterday. I've been to all sorts of race meetings and seen donkeys galloping aftor carrots, buti'vj never seen the fun I saw at Kumurau, and bless'd if my sides don't ucho now with laughing. It was a plum of a meeting and no mistake. Everything was nefl, oven the rules—and tho protests were «s thick as blackberries,;i But* the fellows who got mad didn't always wait for tho decision, but .danced around willuheir coats off and fives doubled up and said all sorts of funny words, Ono Irishman got his dandy riz over one event; off oiiue his' coat and shirt too, and ii looked us though Mr Vallance's luneral would be tomorrow, for Patsy swore he didn't care for a dozen such men. It's a wonder that the horse Rufus wasn't knocked off his pins, because some said he got corn every day and the others didn't, Never in my born days did I see such a blessed meeting. Constable Collerton was there but he couldn't collar anyone when thero was a scrimmage; if he had he'd been a dead 'un sure, He went up to one fellow,.and says he,'' I saw you kick that man." Tho man said he didn't —and just then a bloke comes along with his snout in his two hands and the crimson running thro' his lingers, and says he," I kicked him, and this is what I got font," and he uncovered bis nose which you couldn't see for blood. Gracious! 'twas a meotiug! They had a Consolation fiace at the end and then n Consolation Handicap, But tho Trotting event was a bloom-. in' farce. It was a' go-as-you-please' arrangement, One horse galloped and then waited a bit; when the others were close up, he'd go off again—and didn't the crowd go on over it—oh, yes, just a little bit. There was a nice old shindy at ono time. All the moke 3 were supposed to be grass fed to entitle them to run. One man, when his moke lost the race, protested that the winner was corn fed, and said he seen it get two handsful that very morning, He wanted to know if that was a grasa-fed horse, and the stewards couldn't Bay whether two handsful was a feed, but promised to write to tho Metropolitan olub for their decision, My word, thero were soino fights, They smashed each other properly, and the man «ho went down got a finisher with a boot. One fellow had his cheek hid open with a stirrup spur. Another covey was getting it pretty hot, when his old woman, came up to help him. . She went end upwards in \w, than no time—and thon I ran away.'