On Wednesday some bookmakers' tents blew down and rain made William H. Cane's Good Time track at Goshen, N. Y. a mile triangle of treacherous mud. Only a few sportswriters, accustomed to the racing of running horses in any kind of weather, grumbled when officials decided that the Hambletonian, greatest and richest race for U. S. trotting horses, would not be run that day. Any oldster, munching sandwiches in the Ladies' Aid booth, knew that a trotter, whose right front leg and left rear leg must move in dancing unison,* has no business trying to speed when the going is...
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