Show STUDENT LIFE tournament with feats to make a man city bulge his eyes and the races Single ridden horse races where there is so much ice and snow are too dangerous so they long ago invented a sort of chariot race teams hitched to bobsleds on which are placed heavy boxes from the farm wagons Among all the racing I have seen this was the most exciting Three such teams flying into the finish neck and neck pairs of great horses that worked together like one machine wildly dilated nostrils the breath in the chill air looking like steam from locomotives their muscles set in mighty effort their eyes afire manes and tails flying then the two men in the sled only their eloquent eyes visible over the front of the box the mighty swirl of white behind and the wild cheering crowd It is a sight holding thrill enough for a Roman “Fred and I rode in rather late glad to rest our tired eyes from the fierce glare of the sun and snow upon the dark blot of assembled One race had been run people and the fur clad crowd walled the glistening track at the finish Fred took the ' many “Merry Christmases’ they called to us with aversion I was glad to get them Old Winters and Mollie in a racing sled behind a team of mighty sorrels nodded to us happily Mrs Winters went over the Divide in the early days and the girl always spent Christmas with her dad They shooting-gallery-educat- ed i i were in the outer edge of the crowd and the old man left Mollie holding the team while he stepped down to talk with me Fred moved up along the edge of the crowd A girl stepped from a house some distance down the street “There comes Mary” shouted Mollie “I’ll go and pick her up” Old Bill tossed her his big fur gloves said “Careful” and she drove away A little north breeze blowing into her face tossed the pretty brown hair bewitchingly The team straining at her control made me apprehensive and I watched them closely Suddenly one of them plunged and they were away A man could hardly have held them Winters saw it too “My God” he shouted “She’ll freeze in a single minute” I wheeled my horse in pursuit foolishly tried a quick start and the horse's shoes worn smooth failed to hold He fell giving me a terrific jolt When I got up other horsemen Fred among them were flying in pursuit but it was an uneven race The sorrels horses chosen for their speed their shoes filed sharp for the coming race had I saw the fur all the advantage gloves which the girl had left in the bottom of the sled blow over the side saw a wrap of some kind follow them and a thin haze of flying snow hid the rear end of the outfit The girl stood up struggling bravely with the team but exposing her body needlessly to the cold In the terrific breeze her flying pace was generating she |