Like trees of a forest, swayed by strong compelling winds, the people rocked in excitement, tiptoed and craned eager necks, as they watched the magnificent struggle that was drawing to a climax in the stretch. Inch by inch the brave son of Hanover was creeping up on Lauzanne. How loosely the big Chestnut galloped--rolling like a drunken man in the hour of his distress. Close pressed to his neck, flat over his wither lay the intense form of his rider--a camel's hump--a part of the racing mechanism, unimpeding the weary horse in the masterly rigidity of his body and legs; but the arms, even the shoulders of the great jockey thrust his mount forward, always forward--forward at each stride; fairly lifting him, till the very lurches of Lauzanne carried him toward the goal. And at his girth raced the compact bay son of Hanover; galloping, galloping with a stout heart and eager reaching head; straining every sinew, and muscle, and nerve; in his eye the brave desire, not to be denied.
The crowd, swaying like trees in a strong wind, leaned forward with eager anticipation, their eyes fixed on the dramatic climax unfolding on the track. The chestnut horse, Lauzanne, galloped unevenly, his movements unsteady and labored, while his rider clung tightly, his body rigid and efficient, urging the horse forward with every stride. Beside them, the bay horse, a son of Hanover, raced with determination, his head stretched forward and his muscles straining as he closed the gap. Both horses and riders pushed relentlessly toward the finish, driven by an unyielding will to win.
The crowd watched intently as the race neared its climax. The son of Hanover steadily approached Lauzanne, who was struggling to maintain his pace. The large chestnut horse galloped awkwardly, while the jockey, leaning closely over his mount, worked to help him forward. With each stride, the jockey's efforts became more evident as he urged the horse on, pushing him toward the finish line. Meanwhile, the son of Hanover continued to race alongside, determined and focused, utilizing all his strength and effort in pursuit of victory.
The crowd waited patiently as the race approached its end. The son of Hanover was slowly closing on Lauzanne, who was unable to keep up. The big chestnut horse sped awkwardly, and the jockey, leaning over his horse, tried to push him along. The jockey's work became more visible with each stride as he pushed the horse forward, urging him to the finish. The son of Hanover, on the other hand, kept on running, steadfast and determined, using all his strength and energy to win.
The spectators were riveted as the race approached its conclusion. The son of Hanover was slowly closing in on Lauzanne, who was having difficulty keeping up. The big chestnut horse stumbled, and the jockey, leaning over his horse, tried to assist him in moving forward. The jockey's efforts were more and more apparent with every step, as he urged the horse on, driving him toward the finish line. At the same time, the son of Hanover kept on running, resolute and concentrated, putting all his power and energy into the chase for the win.