human
Now they are off! For a few paces they were neck and neck; but then Hiram Ketcham's sorrel, though on the outer circle forged ahead. When the half-mile point was reached, the sorrel was several lengths in the lead, and Zibe Turner's black was leading George LeMonde's bay by a dozen feet. They came in this position down the home stretch, and as they crossed the line a great cheering rose from the crowd. Turner's friends from the hills were there in large numbers, and were the loudest in their shouts.
gpt
Go it, Zibe; you'll beat, old boy!
human
Hurrah for de black! push him along!
gpt
I'll bet my money on de Lexington hoss!