Only in America would they name a sprint race after a horse
best known for winning what is universally recognized as
“a
severe stamina test.”
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| From Porter's Spirit of the Times, October 31, 1857 |
On Saturday at Saratoga, the Grade 1 Prioress will be run
for 3-year-old fillies and if ever a race was misnamed it is this one. Contested
at six furlongs since its inaugural offering in 1948, the Prioress Stakes was
first run at Jamaica Race Course, then Aqueduct, followed by Belmont and now
Saratoga. However, the 19th century mare for whom this race is named,
royally-bred and part of a tremendously influential family of siblings out of
the Glencoe mare
Reel, will forever
be remembered as the first American-bred and American-owned horse to win a race
in England, the prestigious 2-1/4 mile Cesarewitch Handicap in 1857.
In 2008, Teresa Genaro over at
Brooklyn
Backstretch delved into the New York
Times
coverage of
Prioress’ European
campaign, particularly two letters written by a Newmarket correspondent
reacting to her Cesarewitch win by concluding she
“is only a very second-rate animal.” At
Thoroughbred Heritage,
Patricia Erigero elaborates more upon
Prioress’
career, including the interesting fact that the year following her Cesarewitch
win
Prioress dead-heated for second
in the same race, this time carrying 126 lbs., the second highest weight in the
field. During her racing career, she won carrying as much as 140 lbs., although
she also failed to win at that weight too, attempted at age 7—and over a
distance of three miles. Yes,
three miles!
During my recent stint at the National Sporting Library, I
uncovered a fascinating account of Prioress’ Cesarewitch victory in Porter’s Spirit of the Times (vol. III,
no. 9, October 31, 1857), the hard-to-find publication edited by William Porter
after he left his position as editor (and co-founder) at the older Spirit of the Times paper; after Porter’s
death in 1858, it became known as Wilkes’
Spirit of the Times. The issue in question featured the race as its cover
story, with an illustration of Prioress
defeating El Hakim and Queen Bess in the run-off race
contested on the same day as the Cesarewitch after the big event ended in a
triple dead heat.
The paper reprinted the October 14 London Times race results with a list of all 34
competitors, carrying weights ranging 129 lbs. (carried by Fisherman and Warlock,
the later only because his jockey was six pounds overweight) to a mere 66 lbs
(carried by the 3-year-old fillies Wild
Honey and Queen Bess). Can you
imagine a 66-pound jockey?!? The 3-year-old colt El Hakim carried 93 lbs, as did 4-year-old Prioress. The betting public favored 3-year-old colt M. Dobler at 4-1, with El Hakim second choice at 8-1; Queen Bess was 30-1, while the American
invader Prioress went to post at
100-1.
Porter’s reporter, coyly known only as “Don John,” sets the
scene thusly:
Imagine the wide
expanse of that noblest race track in the world (or rather series of tracks),
embracing many miles of mossy turf, with thousands of spectators from all parts
of the United Kingdom, and Continental Europe, assembled to witness the great and
all-engrossing struggle for the Cesarewitch; and then conceive, if you can, the
feverish anxiety manifested, when no less than thirty-four thorough-bred horses
appeared, saddled for the fray, their several jockeys attired in all the glory
of silk and satin of the rainbow’s hues, whilst the animals they bestrode
represented the flower of English racing chivalry—the large majority of them
having previously won honor and renown in many a well-contested field, whilst
of the small minority of candidates for Turf honors, high hopes were
entertained by their friends and owners. It was an array to make the eye
brighten, the pulse quicken, and the whole frame to quiver with excitement, as
the gallant squadron passed in review, prior to wheeling into line for that
grand charge, the result of which was awaited with so much anxiety, and which
would bring joy to some, and the confusion of defeat to others; whilst,
causing, perhaps, a couple of millions of dollars to change owners in a few
short moments. Can you wonder that, although hastily scanning with eager eye
the form and condition of each other candidate, I gave a long and lingering
gaze to the gallant mare who was the sole representative of America; or that,
as she passed down the track, I wished her “God speed” on the journey
homewards, and then resigned myself to fate.
I love his description of the start:
The starter, flag in
hand, gathered his noble field of horses together, and after one or two attempts,
brought them to a stand still line. In a moment the red signal fell, and away
they went, helter-skelter, like a cluster of bees, close together, for the dash
of two and a quarter miles, the start being a beautiful and most effective one.
After the start, Prioress
settled mid-pack with El Hakim,
while Queen Bess battled for the
early lead. As the correspondent notes, “at the Bushes the pace began to tell”
and Queen Bess took the clear lead
with Prioress and El Hakim joining her as they descended
the hill and approached the cords. El
Hakim was at Queen Bess’ neck,
while Prioress is described as “running
by herself on the far side.” As the correspondent notes:
One of the most
exciting Cesarewitch finishes ever seen then ensured. Prioress, half way up the
cords, seemed to be about coming in alone, but the tiny jockeys of El Hakim and
Queen Bess made a determined set to, and the judge, unable to separate the
first three, pronounced a dead heat.
They finished the 18-furlong event in a time of 4:09.
What happened next is an extraordinary thing—a deciding heat
of another 2-1/4 miles “run after the last race in a deepening
twilight, which rendered it impossible to distinguish the colors of the riders
at a distance.” Our intrepid correspondent reports:
El Hakim was first
off, but after going about fifty yards, Prioress, overpowering [her jockey]
Fordham, rushed to the front, and carried on the running to the ditch gap,
where she was pulled back, and lay about three lengths in the rear, Queen Bess
going on with the lead, closely attended by El Hakim. On coming down the Bushes
hill, Prioress hung to the left, and a shout was raised of “the American’s
beaten!” But Fordham roused the mare with his whip, and before reaching the
foot of the hill she bore her colors in advance, and quitting her opponents half-way
up the cords, won cleverly by a length and a half; El Hakim beating Queen Bess
by a head only for second place. A loud and prolonged cheer hailed the triumph
of the American colors, and [owner] Mr. Ten Broeck was warmly congratulated
upon the first victory achieved by him in England.
The “second” Cesarewitch of 1857 was concluded in 4:15, and,
interestingly, the very next day Mr. Richard Ten Broeck won his second race on
English soil, the Bedford Stakes with his 2-year-old filly Belle, also ridden by Fordham.
However, it was Prioress’
victory that had all of America gloating. Porter’s
Spirit of the Times declared it a “Victory of America Over All England” and
within its historical context, this race marked a key moment in American
racing. Think of it, sending a horse—via pre-Civil War means of transportation—abroad to race in
the country where the sport of thoroughbred racing first began, not to mention
the country from which the United States had but relatively recently acquired
its independence. Even today, other than the outstandingly-sporting Kenneth and
Sarah Ramsey, it’s rare for American horses to ship abroad (other than for the
lucrative Dubai World Cup races). So, Richard Ten Broeck’s English invasion
marked a significant event.
As John Dizikes notes in his book Sportsmen and Gamesmen, American racing of the 1850s occurred on
dirt tracks that were oval in shape and run in a counterclockwise manner, much
different from the grassy, irregular meandering courses found in England where
contestants ran to “the Right.” Also, as Dizikes rightly contends, “English horsemen took the traditional view
that the race was against the competition and not the clock.” (p. 129). So,
fundamentally, American racing had diverged from whence it first emerged, and
its proponents sought to promote its legitimacy by taking on the staid English
traditionalists on their own turf. For that reason alone, the Americans had
reason to celebrate, and Porter’s correspondent led the cheer:
Victory! Victory!
Victory! a plain, straightforward, honest victory at last; not the victory of a
match race between horse and horse, but the victory of America over all
England, in the greatest handicap race of the English racing year. The
legitimate triumph of “Young America” over “Old England,” the defeat of the
flower of English racing stock by the American mare Prioress, is the feat I
have to record—a feat which obliterates the memory of previous disasters, and
compensates for all the disappointments to which American sporting men—proud of
their native land, and firmly convinced of the equality at least of the
American with the English horse—have been subjected.
We have been accused
of being a nation of boasters; our vaunted equality as breeders and trainers of
race-horses has been laughed at; our debut at Goodwood, with animals out of all
form and condition, enabled our victors to sneer at our puny efforts, as they
described them, whilst our subsequent appearances elsewhere have been
synonymous with defeat. It is now our turn to smile. We have beaten the English
at their own game; and they are now content to admit that we had reasons and
cogent ones, for the ground we took at starting, and that, with health and
condition on our side, we were at least their equals. They expressed a desire
that we should win one race, at least, in reward of the “pluck” and spirit we
had displayed in sending horses across the wide Atlantic to compete with them.
We have gratified that desire, and carried off the richest prize that was open
to our competition; a prize far superior, in both intrinsic value and as a
racing test, to the much-coveted Goodwood Cup, and a prize of which we may
justly feel proud. As we bore defeat after defeat with meekness, confident in
our strength, and that the time would inevitably come, when a victory worthy of
us would be ours, so let us bear ourselves in the hour of legitimate triumph.
That’s why Prioress meant so much historically, regardless
of her overall career, failure as a broodmare and early death—and why a mere
sprint race 155 years later fittingly celebrates our racing history for a change.
Note:
John Dizikes’s chapter on “Richard Ten Broeck and the
American Invasion” pp. 124-157, in his
Sportsmen
and Gamesmen: From the Years that Shaped American Ideas about Winning and
Losing and How to Play the Game (Houghton Mifflin, 1981; reprinted University
of Missouri Press, 2002) is well worth reading as an informative study of mid-19th
century American horse racing—the societal context of the sport as well as the
subculture formed within it. It’s available free via Google Books
here.
