But the one which stood best was the bay and his jock.
IX.
The flag is lower’d—away they go,
The start is fair—the pace not slow,
The excitement is great—all gaze on the race,
And even their tongues are quiet for a space.
X.
Up by the dell, as if spurning the ground,
Though straining each muscle, each gracefully bound;
But from the tip of his tail to the end of each hock