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"Daily News" June 27

BERRY WINS COWBOY RACE

Worn Out with His Thousand-Mile Ride
He Reaches Chicago
This Morning.

EMMETT ALBRIGHT GETS IN SECOND,

Says He Will Claim to Be the Winner--
The Condition of the
Horses.

[By Special Private Wire from the Daily News
World's-Fair Bureau.]

Covered with dust and with the perspiration
rolling down his bronzed face and dropping on
the neck of a jaded, mud-bespattered bronco
who could not be urged into a trot, the winner
of the great cowboy race rode up to the gates
of the Buffalo Bill show at exactly 9:30 this
morning.

Clad in a dirty white shirt, a pair of mud-
covered yellowish jeans and wearing on his
head a worn-out, limber-rimmed cowboy hat,
John Berry, the victor, half tumbled from his
saddle in front of Col. Cody's tent, so
weak and tired that he was unable to
rise to his feet or grasp the proffered hand of
Col. Cody, who cordially welcomed the little
man who had ridden 1,040 miles and won a
race that will doubtless be famous in history.

Berry was hardly able to hold his head up
and was supported through the crowd by two
study cowboys to the mess tent, where he was
laid upon the sofa and stimulants given him,
after which he was able to raise his red and
swollen features to Col. Cody, asking him in a
weak voice to "Please take care of his horse."

This caution was unnecessary, for under the
shade of the grand stand stood the little chestnut
stallion, surrounded by a score of cowboys,
who kept back the crowd and treated the noble
animal like a sick infant, rubbing its joints
with liniment, sleeking off the tired
limbs and wiping out the parched mouth
with a wet sponge, after which it was led
slowly to the barn and given food and bedding
that it was not slow in making the best of, but
fell to and after eating greedily of a peck
measure of oats the wiry little stallion lay
down quite unconcerned.

Gillespie and Smith, who at DeKalb were
ten minutes later than Berry, had not arrived
up to 11:30.

That the cowboy race had excited great interest
was manifested by the great crowds that
surrounded the entrance to the Wild West
show this morning. At 9:25 the crowd was
electrified by a small boy who shouted from his
perch on the telegraph-pole, "Here he comes,
hurrah!" A mighty cheer arose as the horse
and rider came slowly up between the lines.
As Berry rode his limping beast through the
open gates Col. Cody reached up to the rider
and said: "Berry, old man, I'm glad to see
you. How do you feel?"

BERRY WINS COWBOY RACE

Worn Out with His Thousand-Mile Ride
He Reaches Chicago
This Morning.

EMMETT ALBRIGHT GETS IN SECOND,

Says He Will Claim to Be the Winner-
The Condition of the
Horses.

[By Special Private Wire from the Daily News
World's-Fair Bureau.]

Covered with dust and with the perspiration
rolling down his bronzed face and dropping on
the neck of a jaded, mud-bespattered bronco
who could not be urged into a trot, the winner
of the great cowboy race rode up to the gates
of the Buffalo Bill show at exactly 9:30 this
morning.

Clad in a dirty white shirt, a pair of mud-
covered yellowish jeans and wearing on his
head a worn-out, limber-rimmed cowboy hat,
John Berry, the victor, half tumbled from his
saddle in front of Col. Cody's tent, so
weak and tired that he was unable to
rise to his feet or grasp the proffered hand of
Col. Cody, who cordially welcomed the little
man who had ridden 1,040 miles and won a
race that will doubtless be famous in history.

Berry was hardly able to hold his head up
and was supported through the crowd by two
study cowboys to the mess tent, where he was
laid upon the sofa and stimulants given him,
after which he was able to raise his red and
swollen features to Col. Cody, asking him in a
weak voice to "Please take care of his horse."

This caution was unnecessary, for under the
shade of the grand stand stood the little chest-
nut stallion, surrounded by a score of cowboys,
who kept back the crowd and treated the noble
animal like a sick infant, rubbing its joints
with liniment, sleeking off the tired
limbs and wiping out the parched mouth
with a wet sponge, after which it was led
slowly to the barn and given food and bedding
that it was not slow in making the best of, but
fell to and after eating greedily of a peck
measure of oats the wiry little stallion lay
down quite unconcerned.

Gillespie and Smith, who at DeKalb were
ten minutes later than Berry, had not arrived
up to 11:30.

That the cowboy race had excited great in-
terest was manifested by the great crowds that
surrounded the entrance to the Wild West
show this morning. At 9:25 the crowd was
electrified by a small boy who shouted from his
perch on the telegraph-pole, "Here he comes,
hurrah!" A mighty cheer arose as the horse
and rider came slowly up between the lines.
As Berry rode his limping beast through the
open gates Col. Cody reached up to the rider
and said: "Berry, old man, I'm glad to see
you. How do you feel?"